Uncomplicated
Author: Dawn Robertson
Date: 2014-01-22 05:00:00+00:00
Keywords: Erotica; New Adult; Contemporary; Romance; Contemporary Romance; Erotic Romance; Anthologies; Bdsm
Description: Three days a week I work your everyday nine-to-five. The paperwork is never-ending. The pay is mediocre, and the office drama is simply intolerable. But the other four days a week, I am my own boss. My name is Jennifer Sunshine and I am a Vegas Call Girl. My clients range from frat boys on spring break to multimillionaire business men with stuffy wives and less than ideal equipment. I don’t have a daddy-complex or some kind of sob story. I don’t need the money, but it certainly is nice. The only thing I crave is the exhilarating feeling I get from being in control of something. Anything. My li

Table of Contents

Copyrights

Dedications

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Epilogue

Preview of This Girl Stripped

Preview of Possessed by You

Preview of Pursuit

About Dawn

About Jo-Anna

UNCOMPLICATED
Copyright 2013 Dawn Robertson and Jo-Anna Walker

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Enjoy Uncomplicated.

When people think of call girls, they think of whores. Emotionally ruined little girls with some sort of daddy complex, aching to compensate for something missing in their lives. For a good portion of the girls I have met, this is a pretty on point assumption; but for me, it couldn’t be any further from the truth.

I can’t remember the exact moment I decided I wanted to become a high paid whore, but I think it was around the time I arrived in Vegas for a temporary modeling job.

Truth be told, I am not your usual blonde bombshell, not what most think of when you say call girl. My short, thick frame and natural fiery red hair makes me stand out in a crowd. The Irish that runs through my veins is a fucking curse some days.

But this is the life I have chosen to make for myself. I haven’t been forced, or coerced. I am not a victim, I am a fucking badass business woman.

I am Jenny Sunshine and this is my story.

MODESTY

(Jenny)

Everything about my life is modest. My every day clothing covers more than the average woman in Las Vegas, my studio apartment is simple, and the black Jeep Liberty I drive has seen better days. I’ve never been a girl into material possessions, being raised in the Midwest by God-fearing parents is probably the root of that; and I genuinely appreciate it.

It was Friday morning, my first free day of the week. My typical shift at Dr. Jeffrey’s office ran Tuesday thru Thursday, and that is more than enough for my taste. Call me a prude, or just a flat out bitch, but I just can’t deal with the catty broads that run that place. I have never been the girl with a bunch of girlfriends. If anything, the girls always called me a whore because I was a tom-boy, hanging out with all the guys. Whatever, at least I knew which guys were dogs. And I can still pick those same assholes out of a crowd.

Which brings me to why I don’t date. Have you ever been to Las Vegas? Yeah, it is a tourist city, most people are just passing through, and the men who choose to make a life there have some kind of douchebagery complex. The pussy is plenty, the alcohol constantly flows, and it doesn’t cost much to get laid. Unless it is my cunt you wanna inside.

My job got the itch scratched. It filled my bank account, the only thing in my life that can’t fall under the description of modest; but I would never tell my parents that.

The phone ringing distracted me from my early morning musings about life. Rolling over and eying the clock, it was only 8 AM. My mother really needed to start taking into consideration the time difference.

“Momma, you really need to remember the time difference.” I let out a laugh as she gasped on the other end of the line, confirming that once again, she truly forgot.

“I’m so sorry Jenny, darlin’,” her country twang flooded though the line.

I miss home. I truly do, but there is nothing to go back to other than my parents. Which simply wasn’t enough for me.

“When are you comin’ home to finally make your Papa happy? He misses you, and you know we can’t come out there.” Can’t? Not exactly. More like won’t. Something about visiting a place called Sin City never appealed to them.

“Momma, we’ve been through this. I can’t take the time off from work.” The line clicked signaling an incoming call, and just as my mother started to gossip about all the bumpkin’s back home I couldn’t give two shits about, I was able to cut her off with a legit reason.

“Momma, I gotta take this call. Love you.” And I disconnected the call. I cleared my throat and answer with the sexiest most sultry hello I can put together so early in the damn morning.

“Sunshine, my love,” Jude Emerson sang sweetly into the other end of the line. The thirty-something international businessman from London was always up for a good time. “I would love to spend the evening with you, but I have a special request.”

“And that would be what, Jude?” I pulled no punches when it comes to my time, it is a simple yes or no. I made the final call on anything I get myself involved with. I can already tell he is walking on eggshells just from the tamed tone in his normally playful voice. He was trying to sweet talk me.

“I would like someone to join us this evening. I have a lady companion I am traveling with. Her name is Lily and she is interested.”

I’ve heard worse. Hell, I’ve done worse in the name of experimentation.

“You know that will increase my fee for the night, Jude.” I was to the point because I didn’t want to let on that I like some clients in a more than business manner. Hell, he is the type all women dream of bringing home to their parents. Thick blond shaggy hair, with a five o’clock shadow at all damn times. I often fantasized what he would look like first thing in the morning after a clean shave. Dark honey eyes that sparkled with absolute mischief, and a bank roll that could buy a small fucking country, adopt half the orphans of the world, and feed Sally Struthers for a year.

“Of course, love. That is no problem. You name the price and it’s as good as done.”

Doubling my fee for the night would rake in enough to pay my rent for six months.

“Five thousand. See you at the Hard Rock at eight. I will be checked in under Jennifer Sunshine, as always,” and I disconnected the line. A female companion, huh?
This will make for a fun night.

“Jude is gonna pay fuckin’ five grand for you tonight?” Nora gasped into the other end of the phone as I carefully shaved my legs in the bathtub. My best friend just so happened to be a high paid whore also. I had no friends in Vegas when I met the blue-eyed blonde bombshell, she took me under her wing while showing me the ropes of the call girl game. I owed her a lot, but she would never collect. She was good like that.

Jude was a man we have had the opportunity of sharing in the past. His love for two women at once was nothing new and his ability to fuck like Don Juan all night long was something I loved about him. Not that I should love anything about a client. The lines just continued to get blurred when it came to Jude. As always.

“Yup, five grand and he gets me for two hours. I was surprised he is bringin’ his own lady friend though. You think he is finally settling down?” I let out a short laugh, not because I am shocked at the idea, but because I need to mask the pang of hurt I felt saying the words. I’ve never crossed the line with a client. Not once. Ever. But Jude always made me think about the what ifs. What if he wanted more? What if I let him have more? What if I gave up my way of life for him? I shook my head, trying to get into the right frame of mind for the night. Two more hours and I would be checking into the hotel room for our night. For work. Only work, I continued to remind myself.

“I gotta go Nora, I’m gonna slice my fuckin’ leg off if I don’t hang up.” I tossed my phone onto the bathroom floor and finished the task of bathing. The long list of chores I always bitched about doing on a night like this. Shaving my legs and pussy, conditioning my hair in an attempt to tame my unruly red curls and lathering my favorite apple body wash all over my pale white skin.

I wanted nothing more than to just lie in the tub, soaking in the hot water and getting my mind off of my slight obsession with the man waiting for my services. Never before had I dreaded my job until right this moment. Dammit.

I pulled my lazy ass from the tub, drying off and starting on the project of my hair and makeup.

An hour and a half later I am ready to roll. The deep smoky makeup around my bright blue eyes accented the black halter dress I have chosen for the evening. I slid my petite feet into the sky high silver pumps, grab my Michael Kors bag off the bed and lock up my apartment for the night.

“Let’s get this show on the road, Sunshine.”

Like that, I am off to work.

“Jennifer, meet Lily.” Jude introduced us from his perch in the corner. He sat in a black leather armchair and I couldn’t help but notice where his shirt was already unbuttoned, revealing his delicious, rock hard chest. His hand rested on the bulge pressing against his black designer pants.

My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. Beautiful. Perfection. I had to stop myself from drooling when the voluptuous brunette took my hand in greeting.

“Nice to meet you. I have heard so much about you from my Jude.”

Her Jude. I continued to smile like I am on stage for the Miss America pageant.

“Likewise, Lily.” I tossed my bag down and took in her curves. Her large breasts pressed against the tiny green cocktail dress she was wearing, threatening to bust out with one wrong move. Her long brown hair reached down her back, and my eyes met her warm brown eyes. Everything about her screams simple, natural beauty, and I could see everything that Jude saw in her. She was not fake like the women constantly throwing themselves at his billions. She was real. She was lovely. She was warm and welcoming.

My jealousy subsided when his words pulled me from my own head.

“Why don’t you ladies get started without me. I want to watch for a bit.” He flashed his pearly white, perfect smile and I nod.

“Anything you want, Jude,” I purred in his direction, as I take a step closer to Lily.

She smiled and her lips part as her arm wrapped around my body, pulling me closer to her warm breasts and tugging on the zipper of my dress.

Not wasting any time, I see.

With her free hand, she ran her fingers through my shoulder length, wild red hair as her lips met mine in a seductive dance for dominance.

I took charge pushing her back onto the sprawling king size bed in the middle of the luxurious hotel suite.

She giggled as her back flopped onto the bed. I slid the black dress down onto the floor, kicking it off with the toe of my silver stiletto pumps. I turned slightly to the side, taking another eyeful of the blond Greek God.

His shaggy hair fell slightly into his eyes and his chest heaved as he lazily worked his hand up and down his now exposed erection.

I gave him a wink accompanied by a slow seductive turn showing off the white lace lingerie barely covering my assets. A low growl escaped his lips as I turned my attention back to an almost naked Lily on the bed.

Her D cup breasts are bare, held up by a beautiful black under-bust corset. Rosy nipples standing at attention, begging to be sucked. Her long legs are covered by sheer black stockings connected to barely there, matching black suspenders. No panties, and I can see clear as day, Jude has already had his way with her. His wet release fresh on her pretty pink pussy lips.

“Oh, Jude. Such a bad boy.” I laughed as I run my finger along the lips of her cunt, cleaning the mess he had left behind. Lily’s breath caught and her body arched off the bed.

“Oh, you poor thing. He didn’t let you get off did he?” Poor girl was panting like a bitch in heat. Hell, she is a fuckin’ bitch in heat the way he left her.

“Mmmhmmm,” she moaned. Her hands trailed the across the comforter of the bed, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples and letting out some of the most erotic sounds I had heard come from a female in ages. And believe me folks, I’ve heard some shit!

“Well, Jenny is gonna fix that for you, Sugar.” Lowering my lips to her body, I start licking up her bare thighs. I paused for a minute only to look back at Jude. “Of course, if that is okay with the boss.”

“Oh please, Jenny. Clean her up for me.”

I should have known he would put it in terms like that. Always the pervert, but I had to remind myself, anything to please my client. Even if I wanted to do more than just please Jude.

I lowered my mouth back to her bare cunt. My tongue slowly caressed her folds, pressing ever so gently against her hard clit. I could taste his salty release all over her swollen pussy, which begged me for release. I parted her lips and dipped my middle finger inside her dripping wet cunt. Sucking her clit into my mouth harder, I worked her g-spot as she squirmed under my touch.

I could feel her soft body slowly tense under my caress. Each second that passed, her breathing became more rapid. Her moans more frantic. Her release so close I could taste it, mixed with the warm come left over from Jude.

Just as Lily tipped over the edge, pulling on my hair and grinding her cunt into my face, I felt his presence behind me. A chill ran through my body as it begged for him to bury his dick deep inside me. No matter how many times we could fuck, my body responded to him unlike any other client.

A single finger looped under my panties, ripping them clean from my body as he pressed his seethed cock against my wet pussy. Hot and ready for him to take me as I licked up his girlfriend’s orgasm with everything I had in me.

“Fuck, you’re always so tight for me, Jenny,” Jude groaned as his thrusts became more rapid. His roaming hands pulled at the leftover lingerie covering my body. Ripping and tearing the expensive lace bra I wore for his enjoyment. Lily wiggled free as Jude pinned me to the bed, relentlessly taking me from behind.

I moaned for his enjoyment, playing the part and talking dirty with each thrust of his cock.

“Fuck that pussy, baby.” Mixed with the moans of genuine pleasure building inside me. Each time he bottoms out within my cunt, I could feel him bringing me closer and closer to my own orgasm. Fuck it felt good. He always feels amazing.

“Oh yes, right there. Fuck me harder. I’ve been a bad girl, Jude.”

A sharp sting spread across my ass as his hand paddled my exposed cheek. His grunts increased as his hand bit into my hip. That’s gonna leave a mark.

My body withered under his touch as his waves of pleasure crashed over me. My breath caught and my moans echoed through the hotel room. I pushed my ass back meeting his hard thrusts and like that, he pulls out and tosses the condom to the floor.

Spurt after spurt of his hot come covered my pussy and ass from behind as he grunts in appreciation of my body.

“So good, Jenny. Always, so fucking good.”

“Anything for you, Jude.”

And like that, my work for the evening was over, and my heart is shattered into a thousand pieces I left behind on the floor of the Hardrock Hotel suite.

VEGAS

(Mathis)

The thought of moving to Las Vegas let alone owning a club here, sent a shiver down my spine. Sin City as most people called it. Well I called it a fucking gold mine.

Owning clubs all over North America, I knew when and where to open, but Vegas? It could be in the middle of the recession and people still flocked to my club. Why? Because I’m Mathis fucking Verlinden. That’s why.

Now I know I shouldn’t be all high on myself. Wait, yes I should be and I earned it. Every dollar, every green, I earned all by myself. Coming from the slums of Bulgaria to North America, the wonderful USA, it was like I was born for this shit. Bred to appease the youth, the young people of today’s society flocked into my clubs where DJs rocked their souls and my staff pumped them full of drinks and food. Why do I feel this way? It is what it is. I wanted to give people what I never had. I was a kind, caring person that way. And greedy all at the same time.

Club Maroon, was my newest adventure and an adventure it was. The sprawling new club happened to be opening as we speak. Yes, I had a thing for the color red. All shades. All of my club names had some form or shade of red in the title. My favorite type was when a pale ass reddened under my touch. I could almost feel the tingle straight to my soul and when a woman whimpered because she couldn’t figure out why she liked my pain so much…best fucking kind if you asked me.

But I didn’t do club openings. I did the first and the second, but the third and fourth? It got old and quick. By the time the fifth club opening came, I was rich. I could hire someone to cut the ribbon for me. The newspapers called me out; saying I was a pussy for not wanting to be in the spot light. Some even used the term “pussy” much to the public’s amazement. I laughed. If the fuckers only knew.

Growing up, I had nothing. And I’m not exaggerating. So I made a point to leave my country and travel the world, and travel I did. Once I reached North America, I fell in love. Not with a woman. Yeah right. With the people and their abilities when given the right approach. How they became happy no matter what. That’s why I went into the club business. Well, and other businesses but we don’t need to get into that just yet.

“Mr. Verlinden, did you ever think you would be setting up a club in Las Vegas when you first moved here?”

The flashing lights interrupted my thoughts and I met the interviewer’s gaze. The small man with piercing brown eyes made my stomach clench. “Of course. That’s the reason I moved here. Next question,” I barked.

Lights flashed in my eyes, microphones and recorders shoved in my face. It was the same shit, different pile with reporters.

I answered their questions, mostly telling them to check out my club and see for themselves and if they felt it would do okay or not. I, for one, knew that it would blast the fuck off and put every club in Vegas to shame.

A heavy hand landed on my shoulder. “It’s time.”

I looked at my bodyguard, Dean Croft. His cold grey eyes warmed with encouragement. Long-time friend, long-time partner in crime. Also a partner in sharing a woman every now and again. But, he was into anything that walked. Anything that could get his rocks off. And I do mean anything. Me? I only liked pussy. As much as I loved the guy, there was no way he was getting a piece of me. Ever.

I took a breath and waved off the impending questions from the stragglers of reporters that waited while I went inside my club.

A line up of VIP wannabes stood at the side of the building, yelling out my name. The women fawning over themselves to get a glimpse, a touch, a taste of yours truly. I didn’t get it. I was like a rock star in their eyes, but of course, being the man of class that I was, I ate it up. Let the glory soak into my bones like melted chocolate.

I stepped into the club, walking down the hall that was lined with a red carpet. I had to hold back an eye roll. Fuck it. I let that shit go. “Dean. Red carpet, man?”

Dean looked back at me and winked. He knew I hated that shit.

My jaw clenched but as I neared the entrance to the main club, the deep bass of the music washed through me. It vibrated into my soul making my blood roar. God, I needed to get laid. It had been awhile, even for me.

“There’s plenty of women here, boss.”

Dean knew me well. He knew whenever I got twitchy, I needed to get my dick wet. I needed sex like I needed food, like I needed air to breathe. It was a part of my being. Most people craved junk food on an off day but not me. Nope, I couldn’t be like that.

“I need something different tonight,” I mumbled. I was on edge and I couldn’t explain it. Couldn’t figure out what or why but I knew something was off. I needed more than just a hot piece of ass.

“We’ll get you something, Mathis.” Which was Dean’s way of telling me to chill the fuck out.

I always got like this on opening night but tonight was worse. I was usually cool, calm, and collected but tonight I was a raging body of hormones and mass destruction. If I didn’t get laid soon, I would self-combust or worse, fuck anything in sight and after looking around the room, self-combusting sounded more promising. Yikes, is that a man or a woman?

Fuck me, this was going to be a long night.

“Mathis.”

I stopped short at Dean’s hard command and crossed my arms under my chest.

He grabbed my shoulders and stared intently into my eyes. “You need to relax. You’re going to mingle. Pimp out the fan-fucking-tastic awesomeness that is your club and we’ll get you the pussy you’re looking for.”

I smirked. Dean didn’t talk much but when he did, he got straight to the point. He rose to his full height and talked into the mic on his sleeve before guiding me into Club Maroon.

The inside of the club was spread out into a vast space and much brighter than my usual venues. I didn’t know why. I needed a change. Something to bring me out of this funk. I had money, lots of it but like the old saying goes, money definitely didn’t buy fucking happiness.

I was almost thirty and all I had to my name was my clubs and money. Call me selfish but I wanted more.

A tingle shot through my core as I glanced around the room. It was mine. All mother fucking mine and I hated it. I loved the glory, the attention yes, but what was the point of having all of this if I had no one to share it with? God, I was turning into a fucking woman. Maybe I should go into the bathroom and check to see if I have magically sprouted a vagina?

“Mingle,” Dean demanded.

I nodded once. Dean being the only person ever that could tell me what to do and get away with it, I willingly listened.

Greeting the first couple that was to my left, I shook the man’s hand and kissed the knuckles of the woman he was with. She did the typical giggle and toss of the hair that usually came when I opened my mouth and landed my gaze on someone. I came to North America at a young age but still had a slight European accent that the women loved. Apparently.

I moved around the room in a daze, greeting people, not really paying attention to who I was talking to.

An hour had passed when Dean walked up to me. “Ready?”

I gave a curt nod and followed him to a pulpit on a small podium. As I stepped behind the large wooden object, my body hummed. This was the part I loved. Flashes went off, the crowd of people falling into a silent hush. This was my time. I owned this shit right here. All eyes fell on me as I took control of the room.

“As you all know, this isn’t my first run with Vegas,” my voice boomed through the speakers.

An eruption of laughter spread through the room at my little dig at myself. Since becoming a billionaire, my personal life had become quite public. As a teenager, I got in trouble with the law that landed me in jail for a week over public drunkenness. It was a stupid move on my part, but the women that had fawned over me. I wouldn’t change for the fucking world. I remembered spending the week in the cell with a wide cheesy grin on my face.

“But I plan on this being my last one and this time it will be legal.”

Another chuckle erupted through the crowd.

My gaze travelled around the room. Whenever I gave a speech, I liked to look at each individual person, making them think that I was talking directly to them even though I wasn’t. I could give two shits what these people thought about me or my clubs. The only thing I wanted from them was their money.

My body stirred. To have this control, this deep seeded need for domination made my blood roar. By the end of my speech, I would have these people eating out of the palm of my hand.

I looked over each and every one standing before me. Men in business suits, women decked out in designer gowns, their make up over done with not a hair out of place. Too formal, if you asked me. And then I saw her. A small, curvy, voluptuous red headed, fucking drop dead gorgeous woman.

My dick lengthened. My mind making up images of her lying beneath me, screaming my name as I fucked the shit out of her.

While I continued my speech, I made a note of looking at Dean and slightly nodding towards the red headed woman.

He followed my gaze, his lips twitching when he noticed her. “Perfect,” he mouthed.

I smiled and turned back to the crowd, not keeping my eyes off of Red. With her pale white skin, I couldn’t wait to mark her no doubt, beautiful ass.

Our gazes met.

She licked her lips.

It was an innocent move but fuck me, I would love to see those full lips wrapped around me as she swallowed my cock.

She was the one. I wanted her. Needed her on a level I couldn’t explain. She would be mine and she would give in. If not, I sure loved a challenge.

THOSE EYES

(Jenny)

I stood alongside the posh bar at Club Maroon, nursing a Cosmo and listening to Nora drone on about some guy she had been seeing. Kevin, no... Ken? I don’t know. The only thing I did know was he could fuck like a champ, but was a total dick. Something I heard weekly from my serial dating best friend. Another reason why I didn’t need to date, she got it all out of the way for me, and then some.

Finishing off the glass, I placed it back on the smooth wooden bar and turned to take in the scene. Normally on a Saturday night I would be working, but after the night with Jude and his new lady du joir, I was nursing hurt. It may sound stupid, but seriously there is something about him that continued to pull me in, no matter how many times we played out the Pretty Woman fantasy.

The hot shot that owned the club carried on in the distance about his accomplishments and how excited he was to be in Vegas and not in jail. Seriously? Was that supposed to be fucking impressive or something? The crowd humored him with a pity laugh, and I order another drink. Never taking a minute to look at the rich asshole. I knew his type all too well. No doubt he was gorgeous with women throwing themselves at him left and right. He thinks he is good in bed, but the reality was... he could barely keep it up, let alone use it to please a woman properly.

Nora stopped talking and I snap back into the real world. Far away from my thoughts about the men I dealt with far too often. Maybe I was becoming bitter with my job. Maybe I didn’t love it as much as I had for the first year. Or maybe I just needed a change in clientele. Especially after Jude. Damn him for being so deep in my damn brain!

“Check this one out,” Nora nodded in the guy’s direction. His deep dark eyes caught mine across the room and the corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk.

I looked away and picked up my fourth drink of the night and head for the ladies room, tugging Nora at my side.

“Not interested. I’m not on the clock, Nora. You know my rules.” My rules. Ha! It had become pretty sad that the only men I will actually fuck are the ones paying me. It worked for me though. It kept the attachments at bay, which was exactly what I am going for.

It’s not that someone had hurt me in the past. I had my fair share of heartbreak, what girl in high school doesn’t? But unlike most of the women I knew, I was perfectly content to be alone. I could totally grow old as the prostitute cat lady without a care in the world, because I wouldn’t have to play mom to an overgrown male toddler. Because if we are being honest ladies, that is exactly what marriage is!

“One day you will finally get that relationship stick out of your ass and start dating, Jenny.”

Maybe someday, but not any damn time soon. Actually, not likely at all.

The line for the ladies room was absolutely ridiculous. What else is new?

As we stood there, I throw back the last drink of the night. I was already far over my one drink limit. Anymore and I am sure bad shit will happen. I foolishly allowed myself to get this hammered already.

“Mr. Verlinden insists you ladies use his personal facilities.” His cold grey eyes scared me, even as his entire being radiated with protectiveness. “The name is Dean Croft; I am Mr. Verlinden’s body guard. If you will come this way, please.”

Before I could decline, Nora was following this stranger like a lost puppy dog. Didn’t she realize this is the shit Lifetime movies are made of? I wanted to scream at her to run in the other direction.

We round the corner into a dark hallway. The red accents along the sprawling corridor are nothing short of impressive. I was momentarily distracted until the man stopped at a black steel door and began pressing the keys of some fancy number keypad. The door popped open and I felt like I was walking into a completely different world.

It was brighter than the night club. The walls were bare and the hall was lined with various random doors. I could only imagine what kind of working girls are turning tricks on the other side of those doors. Pretty typical here in Vegas.

“Right this way, the personal bathroom back here is much nicer.” His steps were heavy on the tile flooring, his muscles even more intimidating in the bright lights and as much as I wanted to be scared of him, I just wasn’t. Take that Mr. Big Bad Bodyguard!

“Thank you so much, Mr…what did you say your name was?” Nora fawned over him, batting her long fake eyelashes at him and flashing her million dollar smile. Whatever his name was from our conversation earlier in the night is obviously out, and Mr. Mystery is in.

“Dean, Dean Croft. And your name?” His stone face broke into a smile and I wanted to burst out laughing. It took Nora a whole five minutes for this guy to break character and show his true colors with her.

“Nora,” she replied, giving him no more details. And the chase begun.

I will give him one thing, the bathroom was gorgeous and not having to wait in line with a gaggle of skanky gold diggers was a plus. I wasn’t sure why I allowed Nora to drag me here; clubs really aren’t my scene at all. In fact, I was more than ready to go home. The drinks will have me on my ass within the hour and there was no way I wanted to make a spectacle of myself in public.

“You almost ready to head out?” I asked Nora as we opened the bathroom door, back into the sterile looking hallway.

I stopped dead in my tracks when his eyes caught mine.

Standing next to the bodyguard, Dean, was the tall, dark, and extremely fucking handsome stranger from earlier. The one with the eyes. Those damn eyes.

“Ladies, I would like you to meet Mr. Verlinden,” Dean said, while the other man pulled his large hand from his pocket and extends it in greeting. Nora eagerly shook it and when he released her hand, his gaze turned to me as I stand there with my hands by my side like a complete asshole.

I slowly extended my hand in greeting and before I could pull away, his warm hand took mine and pulled it to his mouth. His lips touched my skin and my stomach began to somersault. The electricity of his mere touch had my body exploding in a series of short circuits, starting with my fucking mind. Completely blown into a million pieces. If it was physically possible, I am sure someone would be mopping my brain up off the floor after it oozed straight out of my fucking ear. What the hell?

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Verlinden. Jennifer Sunshine,” I said with a cocky demeanor. There was no way I could let him know that I basically just fucked him six ways to Sunday in my mind. Although by the smile on his face, he already knew.

My mind was in a blur and I barely notice Nora walking away holding hands with the bodyguard. What a fucking traitor. I need to go home! The drinks! Jennifer down!

“It was extremely nice of you to allow us to use your personal facilities, Mr. Verlinden, but I was just on my way home for the night. I hope you have a nice evening.” I turned to make my way down the hall toward the large black door we entered through when I felt his presence behind me again.

“Why don’t you allow me to bring you home, Miss Sunshine.”

I wanted to laugh in his face. Yeah, exactly what I should do. Let some strange man drive me home. What was with everyone tonight and their fucked up sense of safety? Do they not know how many fucked up weirdoes are out there? Jesus!

“No thank you, I will just be taking a cab. Thank you again, Mr. Verlinden.” I turned the handle and made my way back toward the overflowing crowds of Club Maroon.

“It’s Mathis. Please, call me Mathis.” His voice vibrated through me and I can feel his hot breath on my neck. The tight red halter dress clearly was a bad idea for the night.

“Mathis,” was all I could say as I felt his arm wrap around my waist. I wanted to push him away, but my body just wouldn’t allow me to move, let alone use any kind of force to push free. Damn the alcohol. Damn it all to fucking hell! I am so fucked.

“Let me give you a ride home, Jennifer. Maybe just a cup of coffee on the way?”

I never realized that would be the last memory I had of the entire night.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

What the fuck is that sound?

I slowly started to blink my eyes open when I realized the loud thumping in my ears isn’t my asshole neighbor blaring his techno bullshit for once. It was my own damn heartbeat and my head was pounding.

I looked around the room and panic flooded through my body. The flashy black and white suite was not my bedroom. Where am I? The last thing I can remember is Mr. Verlinden…damn it... Mathis offering to give me a ride home. I was clearly not home.

“Take the two pills on the nightstand and drink the entire glass of water. You will feel better in about an hour. I’ll draw you a bath in the meantime. Lavender or vanilla for the soak?” His voice was familiar.

I blinked my eyes open again as the bright sun punched me in the face. It hurts, dammit. This is why I don’t drink! Shit!

“Where am I? Why am I not home?” I turned my head and finally see the body connected to the silky smooth voice. He was tall, a lot taller than I remember from last night. His dark shaggy hair was damp and messy. His strong jaw freshly shaved. The scent of leather and man invaded my nostrils. He smelled absolutely delicious, even from across the room.

“Lavender or vanilla, Jennifer?”

I ignored the question and took the pills. When I finished the glass of water, I finally mumble an answer. The moment I replied, he was up and through the door leading to the bathroom, drawing a bath for me. Is this reality?

When he returned to the room, he was holding a long plush white robe. “I hope it fits. It is the only one Dean could find so early this morning when I sent him out.”

I pulled the sheet up to my chin and watched as he crossed the room to lay the robe on the bed. “Don’t worry, Jennifer, I didn’t take advantage of you last night; even though you are naked. Drunk women aren’t my thing. But sexy women who skip bra and panties are right up my alley,” he winked at me.

“Why am I not home? What am I doing here?”

“You are home, love. This is my apartment. We will be living here together. I will have Dean arrange for your belongings to be moved.” His voice was so soothing; I hardly noticed what he just said.

I jumped from the bed, taking the white sheet with me as I wrapped it around my naked body. I began stalking toward the bathroom, lost in my head.

“I don’t know what kind of game you are playing. But I am taking a bath and going home.” I slammed the bathroom door behind me and turned the running water off. That was when I noticed it. The matching, shiny wedding ring and diamond set on my left ring finger. Before I can even comprehend what happened, I stalk back to the door and throw it open.

“WHAT IN THE FUCK IS THIS?!?” I threw my left hand up in the air, waving it around like a lunatic. At this point, I was sure any ounce of sanity is completely gone. I lost it somewhere over the course of last night, when I apparently married a god damn stranger. All my years in Vegas I laughed at assholes who did shit like this. Now? I am one of them? How the fuck did this happen?

“Calm down, love. I promise I will be good to you, Mrs. Verlinden. Go take a bath, then we will talk.” Like that he walked out of the bedroom and that is when I realize the sheet is gone. I am standing in the middle of a stranger’s bedroom, yelling like a fucking fool…butt ass naked.

Could this day get any worse?

MY WIFE

(Mathis)

The look on Jennifer’s face was priceless after she noticed the ring on her left hand. I was wondering how long it would take for her to realize that we were married when she didn’t seem to listen to a word I had said. Which mind you, was frustrating as hell.

I had to hold back a chuckle as I shut her in the bedroom. A string of curses sounded behind the closed door.

A grin spread on my face as I listened to my wife spouting words that would make a trucker proud. My wife. Never in my life did I think that I would be getting married. In Vegas. To a woman I just met. But, I knew I had to have her. Maybe it was taking advantage of her on my part. Okay, it was taking advantage of her, but by the end of last night when she practically fell into my lap, I had to think quickly. I didn’t know anything about the woman but I didn’t want to lose her. Call me selfish, but I had to make sure that she was mine.

A moment later, Dean strolled into my bedroom, sporting a small smile. Which was about as much emotion as Dean would ever give off.

I nodded. “How’s her friend…Nora is it?”

Dean grinned. “Nora is fucking perfect.”

I chuckled and shook my head.

“How’s the wife?” Dean nodded, indicating the closed the door.

“Furious but she won’t be for—”

“I won’t be what?”

The door opened behind me and I turned around, breathing in the scent of vanilla. Jennifer’s gorgeous thick red hair was piled on her head, ringlets falling down to frame her face. My body stirred. What I wouldn’t give to have my hands wrapped tightly in her hair, tugging and pulling as I fucked her hard.

I smirked and waited.

Her gaze met mine, flashing with a hint of lust but was quickly replaced by a scowl.

Ah, she was fighting me. She wouldn’t be. For long.

“How was the bath?” I asked, stepping out of her way. I motioned to Dean and he took the hint, leaving us alone to work out our…issues.

“How do you think it was? I have a hangover from fucking hell and I woke up married to some rich asshole,” she fumed, holding the bathrobe tightly closed around her.

“I don’t see what the problem is besides waking up with a hangover,” I said and sat in the black leather chair in the corner of my bedroom.

“What did you do to me last night? Did you rape me? Force me to get married?”

I frowned, my jaw clenching and sat forward. “I don’t know what you’ve heard about me and I may be a dick, but I’m not a fucking rapist. Besides,” I sat back and steepled my fingers under my chin. “getting married was your idea.”

Her eyes widened, her mouth opening and closing as she slowly sat on the edge of my bed.

My gaze travelled down her body that was covered by the white robe. Seeing her naked moments before did things to me that no woman was ever able to do. One look from her and my cock instantly hardened. This woman knew her way around a man but she was in for a surprise if she thought I would let her know that. There was no fucking way that she would have that kind of control over me. That’s why I agreed to marry her. Of course, a little birdy could have put the idea in her head but she didn’t need to know that either.

“Well there’s only one way to fix this.”

I knew what she was going to say before she even said it.

“Give me a divorce.”

Yup, there it was. “No.”

Watching the handful of emotions flash over her face was a moment I’d never forget.

Shock turned to rage which then in turn morphed into awe. She was impressed. I’m sure she had men eating out of the palm of her hand and I bet all of my money that she wasn’t used to them calling the shots.

“What do you want with me? Sex? My money? Cause clearly you don’t need it. You don’t need sex from me either since you probably have women throwing themselves at you,” she said, rolling her eyes, as her arms flailed in the air.

I smiled. She was jealous and didn’t that just make me fucking hard. “No, I don’t need your money but I will be fucking you…in time.”

Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she shook herself.

There was no way that this woman was shy. Ever. But the way she reacted to my words let me know that I was getting to her. This would be very interesting.

I rose from the chair and closed the distance between us.

A small gasp escaped her full lips as she strained her neck to look up at me.

I reached between us and grabbed her wrists, pinning them to her side and watched her eyes dilate.

Her pink tongue peaked out and licked over her bottom lip as her breathing picked up. She wanted my lips on her as much as mine craved the feel of hers once again. The small vein at the side of her neck pulsed as her heart beat quickened.

Leaning down, I grazed my nose lightly up the side of her neck, inhaling deep before nipping the soft skin just under her ear.

God, she fucking smelled good. I could feel the heat coming off of her small body and as much as I wanted to dive between her legs and bury my cock deep in her pussy, that would have to wait. She needed to know who was in control.

“Mathis,” she breathed.

My hold on her wrists tightened, not giving a shit if I left marks. I trailed my mouth along her jaw, alternating between bites and kisses.

Her knees spread, inviting me to step between them and when I didn’t, a soft groan of frustration left her lips.

I smiled and nipped her jaw. “As much as I want to rip open your robe and bury my cock in your hot cunt…” I let go of her wrist and grabbed her jaw, squeezing lightly.

Her eyes widened, darkening with anger and desire.

I licked over her bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth. It was pure and utter torture teasing her. “You will beg me, Jennifer.”

Her eyes narrowed, hardening with an icy cold glare but also filling with lust. For me.

“I can smell how much you want me,” I said, inhaling her sweet skin. My cock twitched to the point of breaking. Fuck me, this was going to be harder than I thought.

“I don’t beg men for anything. They beg me,” she said with a false bravado, trying to keep her voice firm and calm but the shaky undertone proved she was losing control and fast.

God, I fucking loved a woman that submitted to me. “I will break you, Jennifer.”

“Promises promises,” she said, glaring.

Letting go of her completely, I headed to the bedroom door. “Get dressed.” I turned back to her. “And then come out and have breakfast with me.”

“I’m not hungry.”

Yes she was, just not for food. “It wasn’t a request,” I snapped and shut the door behind me.

I swallowed a laugh when something heavy hit the door. She was feisty and I loved it. She wasn’t like the normal women I went for. Fawning over me. Throwing themselves at my feet begging me to fuck them. I rolled my eyes. No, this woman, Jennifer, she was it. The one. She wanted a divorce? There was no fucking way. She was stuck with me, whether she liked it or not.

I sat at the large cherry oak table, waiting.

Jennifer came out a half an hour later, dressed in a red summer dress. It hugged her voluptuous curves in all the right spots and I found myself wondering if she wore any panties.

When I saw earlier that her pussy was completely bare, it was like she was meant for me and it took everything in me not to dive between her legs and have her screaming my name, begging for more.

“Sit,” I said, indicating the chair beside me.

She stomped up to the table and sat in the chair furthest away from me and huffed, crossing her arms under her full chest.

“Will you please explain last night to me?”

Crossing an ankle over my knee, I took a sip of my coffee before meeting her furious gaze. “What do you want to know?”

She shook her head. “How the fuck did we end up getting married?”

“Well there was a minister, he said some words and voila, you are now my wife.”

Jennifer slapped her hands on the table. “Listen, asshole--”

“No. You fucking listen to me,” I snapped.

She flinched but stood her ground.

I loved a woman that didn’t back down. “You are my wife.”

“But I clearly was not fucking coherent to know what was going on. Is that the only way you can get a woman these days, Mathis?” She pouted. “Are we losing our touch?”

My body vibrated. I think I just fell in love with this bitch.

RUN, JUST RUN.

(Jenny)

This whole thing was fucked. I loved him and hated him all at once. I wanted to submit to him and have him please me in ways I knew he could. All night long. But, in the next breath I wanted to run back to the safety of my modest apartment and close the door tight. Or run him over with my SUV.

As I sat at this obnoxiously large table, I thought of ways I could push him away.

“There is something you should know about me, Mathis.” I thought it was time we played a round of twenty questions. “My job...” I trailed off trying to tell my new found husband about the fact that I was a high priced call girl. That I would be fucking other men, not him. I am sure that would go over wonderfully with a man like him.

Hold on a second. When did my life become this? When did it become this fucking confusing? Damn it! That Lifetime movie I have been avoiding all these years, really is finally coming true.

“Dr. Jeffery’s. I know all about the office already.”

I rolled my eyes and thought about kicking him in the shin for interrupting me. This man made me see red like no one before. If I was a violent person, I probably would have punched him in the face already.

“No, Mathis. Listen to me.” I paused and lifted my head to make eye contact with him across the table. I felt weak and my demeanor changed. For some reason I felt as though I was about to hurt him, even though it was an absolutely foolish thought. “I’m a call girl. I have sex with men like you, for large sums of money four days a week.” When I exhaled, I sat and waited, watching a number of emotions run across his face. Mathis wore his heart on his sleeve. He may play the part of a badass but when we are alone, here in his home, I could see that it was all a facade.

“You what?” his voice was quiet. He sat the cup of coffee onto the table, uncrosses his leg and stood.

I should fear the altercation that was coming, because honestly I hate fighting. But for some fucked up reason I loved fighting with him.

His strides were quick and before I knew it, he was pulling me up from my chair into his arms. He held me tight against his body without saying a word and we just stood there for what felt like an eternity in this simple embrace. I didn’t know how much time passed until he finally spoke.

“Jennifer?”

I nodded and let out a little grunt to acknowledge him.

“That is over now. Money is not an issue, I will do anything and everything to take care of you. You don’t need to have sex for money anymore.”

His words are like a slap to the face, but then again why should I expect him to understand my life. No one would.

“It isn’t about the money, Mathis. It never was.” I pulled away and start walking toward the bedroom. If I get there quickly enough I can lock myself in the bathroom and plot my getaway.

“Then tell me, Jennifer. Please.” He stopped as I continued to walk away.

Do I answer him? Do I give him the satisfaction of knowing how much of an absolute whore I am? Do I really let him know how much I love sex, even though I don’t plan on having it with him? Ever.

“Mathis. It is about the sex. But, you wouldn’t understand.”

I didn’t know how long I spent in the bathroom, but when I come out, the bedroom was empty. I thought for sure Mathis would be waiting for me. I was sad and relieved that he was nowhere to be found. Maybe I can finally make a break for it?

I gathered my belongings and made my way through the penthouse. Stopping at the front door, I looked around at my husband’s home and reach for the doorknob.

“Going somewhere?” I turned to see Dean standing in the corner of the room. Shouldn’t he be body-guarding Mathis or something?

“Yes, I am going home.” I pushed the door open and made my way for the elevator.

“Mr. Verlinden insists you stay until he returns,” Dean said in the distance, but I still didn’t stop my retreat.

“I don’t care what Mr. Verlinden insists. I am not a slave or prisoner. I am going home, Dean!” Just in time, the elevator door opened up and I jump in. Pressing the buttons frantically, hoping it would close before the scary man pulled me out and back into the waiting penthouse. Because apparently, my new name is Rapunzel.

The doors closed and I breathed a sigh of relief. The ride down was long. He must live on the freakin’ top floor, but should I have expected anything different?

The car came to a stop on the ground floor and the doors opened up. I took a step out and walked toward the lobby quickly. I was almost out the doors when a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled my small body against his. My heart started beating rapidly.

I turned to slap the large man only to realize the violator is actually a man I called my husband. Damn it! “Mathis! Don’t fucking do that to me!” I gasped and worked to catch my breath. “I almost punched you!”

“Oh love, I would have enjoyed that.” He hovered his mouth to my ear, his breath hot on my neck and slowly began to speak again. “I love it when you are feisty. I can’t wait to see how fuckin’ feisty you are once I finally get you naked in my bed.”

I wanted to be disgusted. But I wasn’t. I was turned on like I had never been turned on before. Maybe it was the fact that I hadn’t been fucked since Jude railed me good on Friday night. Damn it, now I am thinking about Jude and this European hottie. My life! His words heated my body. My pussy was soaking wet and begging for him to lick it.

“Keep dreaming, Verlinden. It’s not gonna happen.” I turned away from him, once again making my way to the door only this time he was hot on my heels. Shitfire! No matter what I do to try and shake him, he won’t go away!

“Can you please just let me go? I am begging you, Mathis. Please.” Did I really just say I was begging him? I couldn’t trust myself around this man. I was losing all rational thought and I just wanted to go home. I wanted to lay in my own bed. I wanted to soak in my own tub. I wanted my safety.

“Jennifer, I will never let you go.” His lips collided with mine and I was completely taken off guard. His mouth was warm and inviting. He tasted of coffee and mouthwash. The smell of his aftershave drove me mad. My body ran on autopilot as my tongue met every stroke of his. My fingers tangled in his hair and a moan slipped from my throat.

His hands tightened on my hips and he pulls me closer. My body molds to his perfectly and I could feel his rock hard dick on my stomach. It was pressed against his tightening dress pants, and it was all for me. He let out a growl and that was when I finally realized that we were in public. We were making out like horny teens in the middle of the fucking lobby where he lived and not a single person had bat an eye at us.

My thoughts extinguished my libido when I started to think about how many women he had done this with right here in this lobby. Which was probably why no one was shocked by his actions. I was disgusted, but I shouldn’t be. I was sure he has been with just as many people as I had.

I slowly pulled away, ending the kiss.

His eyes opened and lazily move down to make eye contact with me.

“Don’t over think things, Jennifer. Come back upstairs with me, I’m begging you.”

He was begging? Did he really just say that? Or was this all just a game to get me back into the penthouse without the general public thinking he is kidnapping me when he drags me back to the elevator?

FUCK! This man confused the shit out of me and I think I love it!

IN HER DREAMS

(Mathis)

Watching Jennifer storm into the elevator was entertaining to say the least. Her eyes going wide when I “begged” was fucking priceless as well. I didn’t beg. Not ever. But I would do anything to get her to stay with me so if she wanted me to submit to her, I would. Once. Now that I had, that would be the last time.

Jennifer Sunshine would be eating out of the palm of my hand and I would be eating her by the end of the day if everything went according to plan.

We stepped into the elevator and I pushed the button to the top floor and leaned against the wall.

“You can’t force me to stay with you,” Jennifer said with a tilt of her chin.

I smirked and rubbed my mouth.

Her gaze watched my movement and she shook herself, her cheeks going red. Which was becoming my favorite color on her.

Hmm...she liked watching me touch myself. Interesting.

“I can’t force you, no, but you won’t leave.”

She raised an eyebrow. “How can you be so sure?”

I closed the distance between us and wrapped a hand around her throat before grazing my nose up the side of her neck. I loved her smell. Especially now that she smelled like my bath wash.

“Mathis.”

Her breathing my name just about did me in. I couldn’t take it. I needed the taste of her mouth again more than I needed air.

“Tell me.”

She frowned. “What?”

“Tell me you want me to kiss you,” I said, brushing my mouth along hers.

“What if I don’t?”

My grip on her throat tightened making her gasp and her eyes dilate. Red liked a little restriction. God, I think I’ve met my match. “I’d say you are fucking lying.”

She smirked and grabbed onto the waist band of my pants, pulling me against her. Her pelvis rubbed against mine, the friction driving me fucking mad with heated desire for this woman.

“What do you want from me, Mathis?”

Well, wasn’t that a loaded question. “I want to dive deep inside you, splitting your pussy wide with my thick cock,” I said, nipping her bottom lip.

“And?” she breathlessly moaned in reply.

“I want to come all over you, showing you how much you are mine.” I gripped her hips and lifted her, instinctively she wrapped her legs around my waist.

“I’m not yours,” she said, her voice harsh with anger as she held onto the collar of my shirt.

“No?” I thrust my hips, rubbing my erection over her hot center.

Her eyes darkened with desire, her tongue licking her bottom lip as her cheeks flushed. Her heels dug into my ass, pulling me closer making a small moan escape her mouth. “God, you feel good.”

I grinned and moved her to the other wall before pressing the button to stop the elevator between floors.

Her eyes widened. “What are you—”

I crashed my mouth to hers, shoving my tongue between her lips in a rough move while grinding my hips against her. At this point, I was in control and her protests were starting to piss me off. Needing to shut her up, just for a moment, I was going to show her how much I knew she wanted me.

My hips picked up speed, rubbing over her panty covered pussy. I could feel moisture seep into my pants. She was wet. Really fucking wet. That fact alone caused me to damn near blow a load in my pants. Although we were dressed completely, I was going to give her a taste of what was to come later.

Her hands wrapped around the back of my neck, pulling me harder against her mouth.

Her hips rubbed against mine.

One quick move and I could be deep inside her like I knew she wanted but I would make her wait. As much as it was going to kill me, and give me fucking blue balls, it would be worth it.

“Mathis...oh...fuck.” She whimpered, shaking around me as small cries of pleasure left her lips.

Did she just come? Fully clothed? Well I’ll be damned. Giving myself a mental pat on the back, I kissed her once more and placed her on her feet.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from my mouth. She was the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen and I couldn’t wait to see what she would look like after I gave her a night of what her body craved from me.

She looked away, slightly shaking. “I...that won’t happen again.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You having an orgasm in an elevator? I agree. Next time, it will be with you spread open on my bed...” I smirked. “Or table.”

Her gaze whipped to mine, her eyes darkening at what I was suggesting.

“On your table?”

“Yes. Maybe I’ll finger fuck you while I’m enjoying my meal. Would you like that, Jennifer?” I asked, brushing a finger down her arm.

She shivered under my touch. “Shit,” she whispered.

She was losing control. Fast. And didn’t that just boost my ego.

“So Nora is becoming cozy with Dean.” Jennifer laughed.

The deep husky sound traveled through me, lighting my skin on fire. “Do that again.”

Her gaze met mine, the smile on her face faltering. “What?”

“Laugh. Again,” I demanded.

She licked her lips making my body buzz with adrenaline. She leaned forward, pushing her chest into the table.

My gaze travelled to the swell of her breasts that I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on. Her puckered nipples, hardening under my touch as she enjoyed the bite of my pinch.

“God, the way you look at me. It’s like you want to eat me alive,” she said quietly.

My eyes met hers and she shook herself, her cheeks reddening at her silent admission.

I smiled. “More like devour, love.”

She grinned. “You don’t seem fazed by my choice of career.”

“I’m not.” I wasn’t a fan but it’s not like I did things in my life that were any better. I wasn’t one to judge. “But I will tell you, you will not be having sex for money anymore.”

She frowned. “Mathis, I—”

I slapped the table, my temper getting the best of me. “No. I will fucking pay you if that’s what it takes but no other man or woman is getting their hands on you.”

“Why? Why me? You can have anyone you fucking want, Mathis.”

“I want you,” I said matter-of-factly. I didn’t know why she was arguing. Couldn’t she sense the connection? The raw physical chemistry between us? When she came against me in the elevator, it took everything in me not to rip off her panties and fuck the shit out of her.

She huffed. “But why? I don’t get it. What is so fucking fascinating about me?”

What was so fascinating about her? I hadn’t figured that out yet. All I knew was that once our eyes met the night before, I felt something. It was a pull so strong, it took my breath away and it would be over my fucking dead body before I let her go.

“Where is she now?” Dean asked me as he stood at the patio window.

“In the shower,” I mumbled. She had been doing that a lot today. Always running. Always hiding from what I knew she wanted. Call me crazy or even delusional, but I knew she was the one. Marriage was the only way to get her to see that and even though she wasn’t coherent when she said, I do, it was fucking worth it. She clearly needed a night of no inhibitions. A night of losing one self as the alcohol took over. Next time she submitted, it would be to me, minus the alcohol.

“How’s it going?”

I leaned my head from side to side, cracking the tendons in my neck. The slight twinge of pain travelled down my spine sending a chill through my body. “Could be worse.” Could be better as well. I needed to get laid and it needed to be fucking soon. My hand was not cutting it anymore. And God knows I had jerked off three times since I said I do. There should be a law against that.

“Patience.”

I scoffed. “Show yourself out,” I mumbled and headed to my bedroom.

Steam travelled underneath the bathroom door, swirling into the air. The sound of water running sent a hot flush over my body. This was it. It was time and there was no fucking way Jennifer would say no.

I walked into the bathroom, the silhouette of her small frame blurred by the glass shower.

My cock hardened, my skin buzzed, adrenaline coursed through me at the sight.

Her back stiffened and she turned around, looking at me through the glass.

I took that as my chance and opened the shower stall.

Her eyes were wide, filled with a hunger I had never seen before.

My chest rose and fell with ragged breath. “Tell me.”

Her nostrils flared. “Fuck me.”

I growled and pushed her up against the wall before lifting her.

She gasped and moaned, wrapping her legs around my hips. Her hands gripped my shirt and pulled, splitting it in half. Buttons flew, pinging off the walls before crashing to the tiled floor.

Our mouths crashed in an onslaught of rough hunger and desire. My dick threatened to explode when her nails scraped down my chest. “Fuck, love. You’re gonna kill me,” I said against her mouth.

My hands travelled down her naked back and cupped her ass, pulling her flush against me.

“I need you. Inside me.”

“How?”

She broke our kiss and reached between us, cupping my erection. She gave a squeeze and winked. “Depends. How do you want it?”

IS IT THE SEX?

(Jenny)

Fuck this guy was going to be the death of me. Never in my life have I given in. Not over anything. And definitely not for a fucking man. What was happening to me?

His mouth frantically explored my every curve as I peeled his soaking wet shirt from his body. The hot water continued to run, soaking his undoubtedly expensive suit but the only thing either of us could think of was fucking and finally getting it out of the way. I tossed the shirt onto the bathroom floor. It landed with a loud slosh and my hand slowly started to work up and down his cock.

The moment I freed his impressive dick from his pants, I almost fainted. I swear to fuck, I won the husband lottery with this cock. Not only was it long, but it was thick and absolutely delicious looking. All I could think about was dropping to my knees and taking it in my mouth. I just wanted a little taste. Would that really be so bad?

I pulled my mouth from his and fell to my knees, never taking my shaking hands off of his growing dick. His soaked pants tumbled to the floor of the shower stall as he toed them off while I continued to jerk him off His eyes never left me and in between my glances at the impressive erection, my eyes continued to gravitate back towards his.

“Fuck, Jenny,” he groaned as I wrap my lips around the tip of his dick. Tracing every ridge and vain with my tongue while I cupped his balls in my hand. “I love your mouth, I fucking love it.”

I tried not to smile, but I couldn’t help it. His words encouraged me, they cheered me on. Listening to him, as I worked his cock was enough to send me over the edge. His moans and grunts. His magnificent dirty talk. Everything about it has me wanting to feel him deep inside me.

I dropped my hand from its grip on his balls and slip it between my own legs to rub my clit while I continued to deep throat his cock. When I thought his dick would be delicious, God I was fucking right. A moan slipped from my lips, vibrating around his cock and Mathis opens his heavy lidded eyes.

“Oh no, baby. If you are getting off, it is from my hands or cock. Not your own.”

Before I could object, he had me on my feet with my legs wrapped around his body instinctively. Everything about being with him just came so damn naturally.

“Oh, God! Mathis, I need you inside me. NOW!” I begged. Wait. What the fuck. I wanted to scream and yell. I wanted to turn around and walk out of the shower. But my body was screaming at me to stop thinking and just continue feeling. So I do just that. My brain would have it out with my body at a later time.

His dick pressed against my wet pussy, slowly nudging his entrance. Rocking his hips, little by little his thick cock worked into my tight cunt. His hands tightened on my ass as he pushed me against the cold tile wall before slamming the rest of the way into my pussy.

I couldn’t help but scream as he filled me completely.

“FUCK! Mathis!” my voice echoed through the shower. He felt so fucking good, it was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I could feel every last inch of his cock as he worked in and out of me in the perfect rhythm. I could feel my body climbing toward climax when his mouth broke away from mine and headed directly for my breasts. That was all I needed to start my climax. His teeth grazed my nipple and my orgasm hit me like a freight train.

“Oh yes! Right there! So good, so fucking good! Harder! Oh I am coming, Mathis! I am fucking coming!” I wasn’t really sure what was coming out of my mouth, nor did I really give a shit at the moment. I think I just had the best orgasm of my life in a shower stall, with a man I didn’t know but I am somehow fucking married to. Ain’t life a kick in the head?

“Oh baby, your cunt is so tight. It was made just for my cock. Mine only, Jennifer. This is my pussy now.” He thrust harder and then I feel it. The hot flood of his come coating the inside of my cunt as he emptied his orgasm balls deep inside me. He is marking me from the inside out.

That was when I realized why it all felt so fucking good.

We didn’t use a condom.

For the first time. In my entire life. I had unprotected sex.

I wanted to be sleeping, but I laid in bed, wide awake thinking about the events of the past twenty-four hours. After consummating our marriage in the shower earlier, I retreated again. What I felt for him as we ravaged each other was just too much. The back and forth battle we waged over power had completely melted away. Gone was our bickering. The fighting was nothing more than an afterthought as we took what we wanted from each other.

It was pleasure I never thought I could have and frankly it has scared the shit out of me. I should be sleeping, because I was beyond exhausted. But, my mind wouldn’t stop racing long enough to let me pass out.

The emotions were just too much for me to understand. They were new, and fucking terrifying. Shouldn’t a grown woman at least be a little open to all of this? I mean, if I was Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, I would live it up. I would ride off into the sunset with the sexy rich guy who wants me just for me, even with my past. Oh, and the fucking accent. It was like I had died and gone to European heaven. FUCK!

Do I stay? Do I sneak out in the middle of the night while my gorgeous, rich, and amazing in the sack husband is fast asleep next to me? Do I stay and give whatever this is a real try? Do I file for divorce the second he isn’t breathing down my neck? Shit! My parents...what was I going to tell them? I was sure my mother had called the apartment a dozen times thinking I was dead in a gutter somewhere. Their worst nightmare. Jesus. I needed a shot or something.

I slowly and extremely quietly pry myself from the bed, making my way for the bedroom door when his sleepy voice stopped me in my tracks.

“Where ya goin’, love?”

I wished he wasn’t so sweet sometimes. “Can’t sleep. I’m gonna get a glass of water and lay on the couch for a bit. I don’t want to keep you up.” The truth rolled right off my tongue as much as I wanted to lie.

“Sure you aren’t tryin’ to leave me in the middle of the night?” He let out a quiet laugh as he rose up on one arm to watch me.

“No, I think I am past the running in the middle of the night stage. But Mathis, tomorrow I have go to home. I know my parents are probably worried because I haven’t been home to answer their calls. I have clients and work. I have responsibilities.” My tone came across pleading, like I needed his approval to do shit that just simply needs to be done.

“Clients are gone. You aren’t working for that pervert doctor anymore either. But we will make it a point to call your parents tomorrow and take a trip to your apartment together. Does that work for you, love?”

When he was sweet like this, I just wanted to give in. Give him anything and everything. Agree to whatever he wanted. But it also reminded me of everything I have ran from over and over again throughout the years. “Yeah, I think that will work. We’ll talk about it more in the morning. Go back to sleep.”

“Jennifer Lynn Sunshine! I have been so worried about you! I thought you were dead!” My mother’s voice shrieked through the other end of the phone.

I held the ear piece a foot away from my ear and could make still out every word she said.

Poor Mathis just stared with wide eyes as she continued on her tangent.

“I called every hospital in Las Vegas! The police! The doctor’s office’s emergency line. Jennifer, we were so scared!”

Lovely. Just fucking lovely. I loved my parents to death, but this was the exact reason why I left home. I just couldn’t deal with this anymore.

“Mom, I am fine. Everything is okay. I was busy and didn’t realize the phone was knocked off the hook. I’m sorry.” Lies, lies, lies! Just as I was getting ready to end the conversation, a hand grabbed the receiver. I struggled to pull it back from Mathis, but I was no match for his strength. I held my breath and prayed he didn’t say anything incriminating to my parents. Fuck! This was bad.

“Hello. Mrs. Sunshine?”

I could hear her screams from the other end of the phone again.

He held the phone out so I could listen in from a safe distance.

“Who is this? What have you done to my baby girl? Where is she? Is she safe?” The questions rambled on and on. Poor Mathis. Poor me.

“My name is Mathis Verlinden, and your daughter is my wife.” The way wife rolled off of his tongue with that sexy European accent almost made me forget what he had just said. To my mother. Who was now screaming even louder on the other end of the phone.

“I cannot believe you just did that!” I whisper yelled at him, as he smiled bright. What a damn dick!

“I can completely understand your worry, Mrs. Sunshine. How about I have my pilot and private jet chartered out to...” he paused to look at me, and whispered, “where are you from?”

“Kansas!” I whispered back.

“Out to Kansas tonight. We can get you all set up in a suite at the Bellagio and spend the week getting to know each other. I fully intend to take very good care of my Jennifer, I can assure you of that.”

In all the years I have lived in Las Vegas, my parents never once would agree to travel here. One five minute phone conversation with my new husband and they were running to Sin City as fast as they can.

It had been one day.

And my life was upside fucking down.

THE IN-LAWS

(Mathis)

“I cannot believe you did that,” Jennifer stared at me in disbelief.

I grinned. “What?”

“You…my parents have never been here to see me and now…” She frowned.

“Are you not wanting them here?” I asked and rose to my feet.

“Well…my mom…she’s…innocent.”

I chuckled. “I won’t corrupt your mom, love. It’s you, I am dying to corrupt.” I said stepping behind her. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I pressed my thumbs into the tight knots of her back. “Stressed, Jennifer?”

She scoffed. “More like fucking confused as shit.”

I knew how she felt. In all the years, I had never been the type to just go with it. I needed control. I needed to know what I was getting into before doing something but since meeting her the night before, all rational thought flew out the fucking window.

She leaned her head back, resting it against my stomach and sighed. “That feels good.”

My body stirred with memories of our shower. God this woman could suck a mean cock. I wondered how far she could take it and I made a mental note of testing that theory later, or now depending on whether she kept up with those small noises that were leaving her lips.

“Are you close with your parents?” I asked, pushing my fingers into the muscles of her upper back.

“Yes, but they drive me bat shit crazy,” she said, closing her eyes.

I wrapped a hand around her neck and leaned down, brushing my mouth along hers. The taste of her sweet lips made my body hum. I couldn’t get enough. Ever.

“Tell me about them,” I whispered.

“Later.”

I smiled. “Why? Something else you want to talk about instead?” I gripped her jaw, licking into her mouth and ran my other hand under her dress, up her inner thigh. “You want me to fuck you again, Jennifer?”

Her breathing picked up and she spread her legs, opening to me. She tried to fight the connection we shared but her body sure as hell didn’t.

My fingers grazed over her bare mound. “Spread those milky white thighs for me, love,” I demanded.

She did as I said and grabbed onto my wrist, guiding me.

My cock hardened, straining against my zipper. I loved it when a woman knew her body by the touch of her own hand and it was one of the hottest fucking things ever. “Show me what you want.”

“I need you inside me,” she panted.

I nipped her bottom lip making her jump. “Show me.”

Jennifer grabbed my hand and pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy. She moaned, clenching around me, her slick juices coating my fingers.

“Mathis.”

“Show me,” I growled against her mouth.

Holding my hand, she started moving my fingers in and out of her, building up momentum. Fuck, she was hot. For me. And she was mine. All fucking mine.

“Oh shit. Yes.” Her hips moved back and forth against my hand as she fucked my fingers.

“Don’t come.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

I released her and pulled her to her feet before bending her over my table. Lifting her dress to her hips, I landed a hard swat on her bare ass.

She gasped and glared at me over her shoulder.

I smirked and undid my belt. “What do you want?”

Her gaze travelled down to my now free erection and she licked her lips. “Is this thing sturdy?”

Now that’s a woman after my own heart. I gripped her hair in my hand, pushing her face first against the table and thrust into her hard.

She screamed my name, trembling beneath me. “Oh fuck me. Harder, Mathis.”

Her tight cunt wrapped around me, squeezing me in a vise like grip as my thrusts became rough and deeper. “That’s it. Louder.”

She whimpered and placed her hands on the tables, pushing back against me.

“Shit,” I groaned, gripping her hips tight. From the first moment we kissed, I was done.

No longer having the control I always craved, I let the actions and power of my thrusts take over as I pumped into her at a frantic speed. Although it was surely going to leave marks, I reveled in seeing evidence of where I’ve been.

“Mathis. Oh God. I can’t. I—”

“Yes. You. Can. Come. Harder,” I said between thrusts.

Her body squeezed me, milking my cock dry as she came hard.

A tingle shot from my balls, up my spine and straight into her body as I released my come into her tight cunt. I pulled out and wrapped my hand around my cock, spilling the rest of my seed onto her ass. I wanted to mark her. Coat her. Make her mine.

We may have just met, but she was already a part of me. Etched into my soul. Forever.

“Don’t look so scared,” I said into Jennifer’s ear as I wrapped a hand around her jaw. I kissed her head and breathed, inhaling the sweet scent of the lavender body soap on her skin.

“I’m not. It’s just…it’s been awhile since I’ve seen them,” she mumbled.

The next day we had gone to the airport to pick up her parents. Jennifer had told me that we could wait a couple of days or weeks before bringing them here, but clearly her mother was worried. I wanted to get that sorted as soon as possible and what better way than to fly them out.

She chewed her bottom lip and sighed.

The sight made my blood hum. “Stop that or else I’m going to bite it.”

She looked up at me, her cheeks going flush and she did it again.

I growled and placed a hard bruising kiss on her lips. As much as I wanted to keep going, we were in public. Although, the exhibitionist side of me thought maybe we could show these people a thing or two about pleasing your partner in bed.

“God, even your kisses turn me on,” she moaned against my mouth.

I chuckled and trailed my fingers down her arm before entwining them in her hand.

Jennifer frowned and looked down, watching the movement. Her gaze met mine and something flashed in her beautiful blue eyes before she looked away.

She didn’t look away quick enough because I saw it. I felt it, too. Could you fall in love with someone so fast? Was it possible? I was a man who always got his way but if there was any indication that I could not make her happy, I would let her go. But after that look, everything was settled. Marrying her was probably the fucking smartest decision I had ever made.

A squeal of happiness interrupted my thoughts as Jennifer was pulled out of my grip.

I opened my mouth to protest when I realized an older woman was hugging her.

“Oh Jenny. It’s so good to see you. Are you hurt? Are you happy? Will you please tell me what is going on?” The older woman with vibrant red hair flowing down to her shoulders, held Jennifer’s face in her hands.

“I’m fine, Mom. Please, let me go,” Jennifer said, trying to shove out of her grip.

I bit back a chuckle. It amazed me that although she fucked for a living, she wasn’t into small touches of affection from those that loved her. Well no more. No more clients. It would be me and only me touching her from now on.

“You must be Mathis,” a large man said, his deep gruff voice invading my thoughts, and slightly intimidating me.

“Sir.” I stuck out my hand and shook his in greeting. His graying hair surrounded a face that was weathered due to the sun but his blue eyes shone with love as he watched his wife and daughter reunite.

“I heard you married my daughter,” he bit out and placed a heavy hand on my shoulder, forcing me to take a step back out of ear shot of the women he clearly loved.

I nodded once.

“Why?”

I thought a moment. Why did I marry her? To fuck her? No, I could have had that with no problems as long as I flashed a couple of bills in front of her face. My stomach clenched. Nice fucking way to think about your wife, Mathis.

But, I didn’t know about her job or the clients she had. It was like she was put on this earth for me, to make me feel whole. Complete. Something had been missing for the past couple of weeks, or maybe even longer. My club, Club Rouge was doing well in New York and Club Maroon would be fucking epic but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I craved it. It controlled my thoughts, my actions and since meeting Jennifer two days ago, I felt the hole in my life start to fill. Call me a pussy for using these corny metaphors but it was the fucking truth.

“Did you hear my question, boy?” Jennifer’s father barked.

Oh I heard him alright. My jaw tensed. Play it cool, Mathis. He had every right to second guess my reasoning for marrying his daughter. I would do the same. I had to respect the guy for that. “Why don’t you remind me?” I asked, not taking my gaze off of Jennifer and her mother.

The older man rolled his eyes. “Why did you marry my daughter?”

I said the first thing that came to mind. “It had to be.”

BAPTISM BY FIRE

(Jenny)

“Is he some kind of drug lord, Jennifer?”

Leave it to my mother to ask the single most ignorant question on planet earth the moment she met my husband.

“That accent is what, Columbian?”

I can’t help but roll my eyes.

“No mother. He is not a drug dealer. He isn’t from South America either.”

If you took every last ignorant stereotype about Bible Thumpers and packaged them nicely together, you would get my parents. It was sad, but true. The unintended backhanded racism. The ignorant stereotypes perpetuated by Hollywood movies. And the suspicion of anyone who didn’t carry a Bible in their purse and throw around their Christian beliefs.

Just as Mathis neared with my annoyed looking father by his side, I realized how little I actually know about my husband. Nope, he was European. But I had no freaking clue where he was actually from.

“Honey, what country is it that you are from again? I can never keep it straight.” I bat my eyelashes at him and act genuinely clueless.

He picked up on my performance quickly as he wrapped his arm around my waist and placed a chaste kiss on my cheek.

“Bulgaria, honey.”

“I was just telling my mother about your European heritage. You know, I would love to travel to Europe someday.” It was the truth. The only place I ever had a desire to travel was Europe. The rich history always fascinated me. You can keep the tropical islands and the muggy climates. Give me some museums and ancient architecture and I would be a happy girl. Oh, and let’s not forget the food. This girl had curves for a damn reason!

“How about for our honeymoon, love?” Honeymoon? Do couples like us get those? I wanted to stomp on his foot, or slap him for being so fuckin’ cheeky with me. But, that would be the first thing to alert my parents to the sham we had going on. Whatever the fuck we were doing I hadn’t a clue, because I still had yet to figure it out.

“Oh, Mathis. I don’t want a honeymoon.”

Before he could reply, my mother interrupted us with her typical nosey behavior.

“How long have y’all been married?”

My eyes shot to Mathis and he smiled.

“Two days,” he proudly announced as if he had won the lottery. His smile spread from ear-to-ear flashing his beautiful, pearly whites. God, his smile.

My mother’s face began to morph and I knew it was only a matter of time before she blew a gasket. Three, two, one...

“Two days? That is it? Jennifer, please tell me this is all a joke!” My mother’s red hair flipped to the side as she dropped her bags onto the ground.

“No, mother. It is not a joke. We were married on Saturday night.” I tried not to let my smile fade, but it was hard. Nothing I’d ever done had been good enough for my parents, which was why I ran across the country. I loved them to death, I really did. But their Christian ideology of what a good Christian girl should do with her life was lost when it came to me.

“By Elvis, right?” As the words left her mouth, Mathis’ cool evaporated into thin air. His jaw clenched and my body tensed because I knew whatever would come next wasn’t going to be pretty.

“My dear, Eloise,” Mathis paused for a moment, “if I may call you Eloise. Do you really think I would marry your beautiful daughter in front of Elvis in some cheap Las Vegas cliché?” His grip on me tightened. “My Jennifer deserves nothing but the best and while it may not have been the most traditional wedding, I would never disrespect her with an Elvis impersonator.” And like that, Eloise met her match and her mouth remained clamped shut until my father and Mathis exited the Bellagio suite he had booked them for the week.

The fact that he could put my mother in her place with two simple sentences sent my head swimming. I loved it. I loved every word that came from his lips as he gently, verbally berated her without her even realizing it. I should have known right then and there we were meant for each other. But instead, I would continue to fight him with everything I had. Because that is what stubborn Irish folk do.

After a day full of my parents, I laid in Mathis’ bath tub soaking away the stress. Well, it kind of was my bath tub now considering he was slowly having Dean move all my shit into his penthouse. The door opened and closed before my husband appeared by my side, holding two flutes of champagne.

“They are something else,” he laughed as he handed me the glass.

I shouldn’t drink around this man, it clearly has already proved to be extremely dangerous. Next thing I know I would wake up with a flock of kids or something. It was just how this man rolled.

“I tried to warn you. But nooooooooooo. You had to spill the beans and invite them out here to visit.” I waved him off.

“I can see where you get your fire from.”

I know, my mother. Her attitude. The fiery red hair. The only thing my father gifted me were his bright blue eyes. Everything else came from the one and only Eloise Sunshine.

“Please, don’t compare me to her right now. I am trying to get her, and her drug lord comments out of my head.” I tried not to laugh, but once I hear Mathis’ laughter flooding through the room, I couldn’t help but join in.

“Mind if I join you in there?”

The laughter quickly stopped. At first I didn’t think he was serious. What man really wanted to take a bubble bath? Maybe the same man who would go out of his way to draw a bubble bath for his hung over wife whom he had known for a whole six hours. He continued to kill me with his sweetness.

“I guess,” I shrugged. I was trying to give him the cold shoulder. I guess it was the way I dealt with all of these emotions that were slowly starting to come to the surface. I swore when we were at the airport earlier, he caught my loving look. How can you love someone you know nothing about? And I mean nothing. I didn’t even know where he was from, how is that for wife of the year?

“You know, Mathis. We know nothing about each other. Absolutely nothing.”

He smiled as the last piece of his clothing fell to the floor and he climbed into the tub behind me. His hardening erection pressed gently against my ass, but not in a sexual way. His attraction and admiration of me is clear, but his respect is even clearer. It was a fine line we were both learning to dance. I wasn’t used to respect in the sexual manner since I had been nothing more than a plaything to the men in my life.

“Then why don’t we spend our time together tonight learning about each other. Jenny, love, let’s make this work.” My husband’s hands softly massaged my shoulders.

His words took me off guard. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of truly making whatever this game was turn into something more. He brought out something in me I had never felt before and as much as it scared me...I could tell he was just as scared.

“Why me, Mathis. You could have any woman in the world. But you picked me.” It was an honest question. Something I truly needed to know before opening up to him any further. His answer would determine our future together whether he realized it or not.

“My life has been missing something for a long time. It wasn’t until I saw you across that club that I realized exactly what it was. It was never about sex, or money. It was about the way you made me come to life that night. From the moment we met, I knew you would be a challenge,” he paused for a moment, only to place a kiss on my neck. “But every minute since then has been worth it. I’ll never want anyone else the way I want you.”

A chill surged through my body. In that moment, I was pretty sure I melted right into his body. If this was what love felt like...I was in love with Mathis Verlinden, and I was in way over my head.

“Favorite food?” he smiled up at me like a child as we lay in bed continuing our ‘getting to know you’ phase.

“Hmmm... Sushi. You?” I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he looked so damn young tonight. His wild hair was still damp from the bath we shared. He wore nothing but a pair of black lounge pants and for the first time, I saw him with glasses. Adorable, black framed glasses that made him look sexy as hell in a smart way.

“Italian, but real Italian from Italy. None of this fake Americanized bullshit.” His snobby answer made me laugh.

“Sounds like something I need to try one day.” Before he could squeeze in another question, I threw one at him. “Tell me about your childhood. Your home, family. Tell me about you, Mathis.”

HISTORY AND SHIT

(Mathis)

I thought a moment. My childhood. What the hell do I say? It was fucking depressing. Growing up poor, with an abusive father who liked to use your mother as a punching bag daily made being a kid fucking suck.

“Mathis?”

Our eyes met and I smiled at the look of concern on Jennifer’s face. Her brows furrowed. I entwined our fingers and kissed her knuckles. “How much do you want to know?”

“Everything. I want to know you.” Her hand caressed my face, cupping my chin and her lips met my cheek in one of the most intimate acts of my life.

I took a deep breath and began. “I grew up in a poor town. My dad was in the military. He was a hard ass and treated my mother like shit.” I could never recall a good memory of my father. He was a monster, an animal who often haunted my nightmares. What kind of parent could treat little children the way he treated Yan and I?

“Do you have any siblings?” she asked, rubbing her thumb over the back of my hand.

My stomach clenched. “A brother that’s not worth mentioning.”

Jennifer frowned. “Oh.”

“I moved here, to America as soon as I could. We didn’t get along. As soon as our parents passed, we never spoke again,” I explained.

“How old were you when you moved here?”

I smiled, thankful for the change in subject. “Eighteen and I worked until I could afford to go to school and get my business degree.”

“How old are you now?” she asked, snuggling into my side.

“Twenty-eight.”

She looked up at me. “Really? You look so young.”

I chuckled and kissed the side of her neck. “You saying I’m old, Jennifer?” I teased, snarling against her skin.

She giggled and sighed. “No. Not at all.”

We laid there for what felt like hours and stared at each other. I brushed her hair off her forehead and placed a soft peck on her lips. Her blue eyes twinkled. God, she was beautiful. I could get lost in her depths.

My heart flipped. Was this love? Was this what normal couples felt like?

“How about you, love? Any siblings?”

She shook her head. “No, so I unfortunately got the brunt of my parents over protectiveness.”

“They love you.”

She smiled. “And I love them, but they drive me nuts.”

I nodded. “It’s hard growing up in a family when they instill their beliefs on you and not let you find them yourself.”

Jennifer searched my face. “What beliefs did you grow up in?” Religion was something lacking in our household. Our father didn’t need the fear of God when we had fear of him.

I scoffed. “My father was a racist dick so use your imagination.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I have to give him some credit though. He made me strong and I grew a fucking back bone. Things roll off me easily until...”

She raised an eyebrow. “Until...”

I cupped her cheek. “Until you came along.”

She grinned. “It’s been two days and I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.”

“Same,” I said, brushing my mouth along hers.

“What’s your favorite color?”

I gently tugged her hair. “Do you really need to ask?”

She laughed and let her fingers graze down my chest. “Do you believe in fate, Mathis?”

I pulled her into my arms and ran my hands down her naked back before deepening the kiss. “I do now.”

The warm body spread over mine made my heart thump. I was content to lay in bed for the rest of my life if it meant having Jennifer by my side.

I could feel the rhythm of her own heartbeat against my chest as she slept soundly. Her hot breath came out smooth and even, heating my skin.

My hand lazily grazed up and down her back before wrapping around the back of her neck.

Insomnia was a frequent visitor of mine but for the past couple of nights, I had actually been able to sleep soundly. Tonight I just chose to stay awake and listen to my wife’s soothing snores of deep peaceful sleep.

I pulled the blanket tighter around us, not ever wanting to let her go. God, it amazed me how fast I fell for her and I was still falling. Yes, our relationship may have been unconventional by getting married first but what the fuck ever. It worked for us.

Jennifer snuggled closer against me, her knee brushing my semi-erect cock in the process.

Hmm...I wonder. My grip on her neck tightened, holding her head in place as I grazed my other hand up the back of her thigh before delving deep between her legs.

My finger brushed over her core which was wet with desire. My dick lengthened. Now who was my wife dreaming about?

Feeling a slight sense of mischief, I pushed my finger into her soaked pussy.

A gasp and a moan left her lips but her eyes remained closed.

Determined to give her the pleasure she had given me, I replaced my finger with two, rubbing gently inside her.

Hers eyes popped open, landing directly on me. “Oh God. I thought I was dreaming,” she moaned.

I smirked. “I know. Who were you dreaming about, love?” I asked, thrusting my fingers deeper.

She whimpered, rocking her hips back and forth against my hand. “You. Always you.”

I grinned.

“Mathis, please.”

Music to my ears but not yet. “Come on my fingers, baby. Coat them with your orgasm.”

“Hmm...I love the way you talk dirty to me.”

I grinned and cupped her jaw, titling her head towards my lips. “You like when I talk dirty, and tell you what I want to do to that hot little body of yours?”

“Yes,” she breathed against my mouth. “More.”

I pulled out of her and brushed my fingers over the puckered hole at her rear, coating her with the juices from her body.

Her eyes darkened, her breaths coming out in short bursts. “You like my ass?”

“I fucking love your ass,” I said and pushed a finger into the tight opening.

“Oh...shit,” she cried out as her body clenched around me. She lifted her leg higher, giving me better access.

I gripped her jaw, forcing her to look up at me. “You’re going to come against my hand and then I’m going to fuck the shit out of you here,” I pushed my finger deeper into the tight opening. “And here,” I said, inserting a finger into her pussy as well.

Her lips parted. “Please, Mathis. I want you everywhere.”

“Good, cause love, I’m going to own every inch of you. Possess every part of your body. By the time I am done, every time you move, you will feel me. Now...” My hand picked up speed, thrusting my fingers in and out of her at a quick pace. Filling her completely. “Come.”

She whimpered and trembled against me, digging her nails into my chest. “Mathis.”

I captured her mouth in a hard bruising kiss, sucking her bottom lip before diving inside. “Scream my name louder.”

And she did, over and over again.

My body buzzed and I released her before turning her onto her stomach. “How was that?” I asked, kissing her shoulder blades.

“Hmm...”

I smirked. “Want more?”

“Yes. I want you everywhere.”

Running my hands down the sides of her body, I knelt between her knees and spread her legs.

She looked up at me over her shoulder and licked her lips. “Give me all of you.”

I smirked and brushed a finger from her core to the tight hole between her ass cheeks, lubricating the tight area. “Are you sure?”

She nodded and lifted her hips, hinting. “Yes.”

I ran the tip of my cock over the puckered area and pushed. “Breathe out, baby. Open your body to me.”

Her body relaxed at my words, blooming under my touch.

My dick slowly inched inside of her causing sounds of pleasure to escape her lips. Her sensual moans almost made me blow my load right then and there. Everything about her drove me absolutely mad.

“God, you’re huge. You feel so good.”

Her words of encouragement travelled over me and I slowly pulled out before pushing back in. She was tight, wrapped around me like a fist. Any tighter and I would have come instantly.

“Faster. Please, fuck. Mathis.”

Gripping her hips, I lifted her onto all fours. “Ready?”

“Yes,” she cried out.

“I won’t be gentle,” I warned. God, I needed this. To mark her. Let her know that she was mine.

She shook her head. “I don’t want gentle. Fuck me. Now, dammit.”

I smiled and took a breath. There was no way I was lasting long with her hot body gripping me the way it was, mixed with the words coming out of her mouth.

I pulled out almost completely before slamming back in between her ass cheeks.

“Oh yes,” she moaned.

Building up momentum, I dug my fingers into the flesh of her ass and thrust harder into her. “Stroke your clit,” I demanded.

I watched as she reached a hand between her legs, then warm fingers squeezed my balls.

“Fuck, love. I won’t last long if you keep doing that.”

Her hand squeezed me harder. “I don’t care.”

I groaned, pounding into her with a fervor our bodies craved. A tingle shot down my spine and as I went to pull out, her hand gripped me tighter.

“No. I need you to come inside me.”

And what kind of man would I be if I didn’t give my wife what she wanted? I thrust into her one last time before releasing inside of her. “Oh shit,” I growled, my dick pulsing.

Jennifer moaned, her body shaking around me. “God, I love it when you come.”

I pulled out and spread her beneath me. “You good?”

She sighed and I wrapped my arms around her. “Yes. My skin is tingling like you’re touching me everywhere.”

“Good. Now every part of you has been touched by me,” I whispered into her ear.

“Hmm,” she breathed out with a moan.

I smiled. “You’re mine, love. Every piece of you, I own.”

Her eyes closed and her breathing became deep and even.

I kissed her head and moved to roll off of her then she said something that changed everything. Changed my life. Our relationship. Every single fucking thing.

“I love you, Mathis.”

THE L
BOMB

(Jenny)

Did I really just say that? Did I let the L word slip right out of my mouth? Am I really that wrapped up in good sex that I just became that girl? Or did I really feel that way for this man who was still so much of a stranger? I had no idea, because I had never been in love.

But, was he really a stranger? Mathis was my husband and while we may have done things completely backwards, whatever this was... it clearly worked for us. In some sort of dysfunctional, fucked up way. I guess I should have never expected to do love the right way considering nothing in my life ever gone as planned.

His strong arms wrapped around me as his stubble covered chin rubbed along my neck. His lips grazed my collarbone trailing kisses along their path.

“I think I love you too, Jennifer.”

With his confession a sigh leaves my mouth and my body relaxes against his smooth chest.

“Stop overthinking things, love.”

I just wish it was that easy.

Turning in his arms, I kissed him goodnight once again and begged sleep to take me.

“Love, it’s time to get up.”

In the distance I swore I heard an alarm going off, but after our middle of the night sexcapades, I had no desire to move, let alone get out of bed. My body ached from his possession, but God it hurt so fucking good.

“Ugggghhhhh, go away,” I mumbled while I pulled a pillow over my head. “I don’t wannnnna.” I probably sounded like a little kid who doesn’t want to be dragged out of bed for school but, knowing the entire day was going to be spent with my parents was much worse. I would take another ten years of Catholic school over a day in Las Vegas, with them, and my new husband.

“Jennifer, I have a business dinner tonight. I’d love for you to come with me. Do you think you are up for that?”

I was taken aback by his request. A business dinner? Of course I had done them in the past. Believe it or not, sometimes those skeevy old geezers used to enjoy a little arm candy for more than just a blow job.

“You want me to be your date?” As I finally blinked my eyes open to meet the early morning Vegas sun seeping through the long lush curtains, I can notice the scowl on Mathis’ face.

“No, I don’t want you to be my date. I want you to accompany me as my wife. Which is something you need to get used to, because I have a number of important business deals coming up in the next couple of months.” His tone is short, clipped, and to the point. I haven’t seen him like this very often, but when irate Mathis made an appearance, Jennifer makes her exit.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Mathis.” I slowly sat up in bed, pulling the covers up with me, careful not to expose my naked body. “I’ve been down this road before, but not in this way. I didn’t think you wanted to introduce me as your wife yet. People talk...” I trailed off, but before I can continue the thought, he explodes.

“LET THEM TALK, JENNIFER! You are MY wife. You belong to ME and NO ONE ELSE!” His tone scared me. Irate probably wasn’t a good word to describe him anymore. Furious or even enraged would be better. I knew I had no reason to be scared of him, he has shown me nothing but kindness, but I couldn’t help but cower.

I pulled the sheet off the bed, wrapping it around my body and quickly make a break for the bathroom.

He stood in the corner of the room watching me. His harsh gaze stalked me like a lion would stalk their prey in the wild.

My heart hammered against my chest as I pushed the door closed and locked it.

Am I really hiding behind a locked bathroom door? I let out a sigh and turn the shower on. That was when I hear it. A faint knock on the door. Without acknowledging him, I quietly pad my feet across the bathroom and listen to the other side of the door.

“Jenny, please open the door. I am sorry,” his voice was quiet. If I wasn’t listening carefully, I would have never heard him. But I didn’t answer. I just listened.

Another, louder knock echoed through the bathroom. I continued to ignore him.

“Jennifer, please. I am begging you. Open the door, let’s talk.”

I could hear a muffled sniffle. Is he crying?

Every rational thought told me not to open the door, but I found my hand turning the lock to let him in. I took a step back and reached for a towel since the fact that I was naked had slipped my mind. But before I could cover my body, his arms were tightly around me.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for it all to come out like that.” His nose nuzzled into my neck as his embrace tightened. “I want you by my side for everything, Jenny. I mean that. Work, home, pleasure. Everything.” He slowly pulled away and cupped my face in his hands. “I’m sorry if I scared you. The thought of another man with you ever again drives me mad.”

“It’s okay. But, Mathis, I have to get ready. My parents are going to be here in twenty minutes.” I let out a light laugh and he pulled away. As he turned to leave the bathroom, I speak. “And Mathis? I don’t want to think of you with anyone else either.” I winked at him, but even the thought of another woman fawning over him like they were the night we met in his nightclub made me want to vomit all over these perfect tile floors. Maybe I was in as deep as he is?

“Don’t think about it, because it will never happen again, Jennifer. Never.”

The short black cocktail dress Mathis picked out for dinner was perfect. It was long enough to be considered appropriate for a business dinner, but short enough to show off my sexy legs. I was pretty sure we were going to be late when he hoisted me up on the bathroom counter, tugged my panties down and fucked me till he left his come deep inside me. Marking me before he paraded his new trophy for his associates to see.

I shouldn’t be turned on by it. I shouldn’t want to be treated like a possession of his, but if I was being completely honest; it was the hottest thing that ever happened to me. My chest swelled with pride, and love for my stranger of a husband.

My attention bounced around the fancy restaurant as we walked through the rows of tables. It wasn’t until we came to a stop that my heart stopped beating altogether. The floor fell out from under me, and if Mathis wasn’t holding on tightly to my arm I probably would have collapsed on the floor.

“Jennifer, I would like you to meet my business partner in a new project–”

“Jude Emerson,” I finished for him. My heart jumped into my throat and my grip on Mathis’ hand tightened.

“Jennifer?” Jude asked as his eyes jumped from Mathis to me and back to Mathis repeatedly. He was just as confused as I was. Was that hurt behind his cold stare? I couldn’t make out the emotions, but I knew I wanted to flee.

My fight or flight instinct kicked in and my feet started moving in the direction of the exit when my husband’s hand stopped me.

“What are you doing, Jenny?” his voice was quiet, a whisper in my ear. Clearly trying to mask the oncoming quarrel.

Jude continued to watch across the table, looking like a deer in headlights while Lily, the voluptuous brunette from a few nights ago clung tightly to his side.

“Mathis, I have to go. I can’t do this right now.” I tried to tug my hand from his grip, but it wasn’t working.

“Jenny, speak,” his tone was clipped and harsh. I was pissing him off.

I guess honesty was the best policy in a situation like this, because it was all going to come out soon enough. “I fucked them both. Jude, and his lady of the week. Jude has been my client for years, Mathis. I have to go.”

I could only hope my presence didn’t just ruin whatever business deal my husband had on the table.

MINE

(Mathis)

Fuck. Me.

This was not happening. Not fucking happening. Right now. Before my eyes. I thought I had it made. Thought tonight would be perfect but as I watched my wife look at Jude Emerson with horror, I caught something else in her gaze. Her eyes heated, slightly, but it was obvious enough that it made my skin crawl. My bones vibrated in my body at the thought of her fucking another man. I knew it happened. Knew I would probably meet one of them someday but for it to be Jude fuckin’ Emerson made me want to dive across the table and break his face.

I wasn’t even upset over the fact that she fucked both him and his girl. It was him. Him. It irritated the shit out of me. He knew what Jennifer liked. Knew the sounds of ecstasy that left her lips. Knew what she fucking looked like when she came. He was a dirt ball. Good business man but that was it. I couldn’t stand the fucker, even more so now since finding out he fucked my wife.

“Mathis. Please, let me go,” Jennifer whispered, interrupting my thoughts.

“Why?” Was she ashamed? Did she have feelings for the asshole? My jaw clenched, sensing that Jude was drilling holes into the back of my head.

“Because…I…” She chewed her bottom lip, her gaze darting behind me.

I pinched her chin. “Look at me.”

She swallowed and tried shoving her head out of my grip, but I wasn’t having any of it. I gripped her jaw and leaned into her face.

Jennifer frowned. “I...”

“Talk,” I snapped. I didn’t mean to have it come out so harsh but my thoughts were fucked up. If this was the Stone Age or if we were animals, I would push her to the ground and fuck her into next week, letting Jude know that she was mine.

My body stirred. Shit! Later. I would show her later.

She licked her lips. “Mathis.”

I shook my head, ridding myself of those thoughts. “Talk to me. Please.”

“I don’t want to ruin your business dinner.”

“If you leave, it will be ruined,” I said, placing a soft kiss on her mouth.

She sighed, relaxing against me. “I know my place. I—”

“You’re place is with me. By my side. I don’t care who you fucked before me.” That was a lie but she didn’t need to know that at the moment. “We both have ex-lovers but that’s what they are, exes. You are mine, Jennifer.”

She nodded.

“Now join me.” I pulled away and entwined our fingers before turning back to Jude and his date.

Jennifer gripped my arm, standing a few feet behind me.

I frowned and pulled her beside me. “I said, by my side, love,” I whispered in her ear.

“Well now I never thought I would see this fucking day. Jenny Sunshine settling down or is he another one of your clients?” Jude teased, leaning back in the seat as he wrapped a hand around his Lily.

My body buzzed. What I wouldn’t do to punch that smug smile off of his too pretty face. “This is a business meeting,” I said, sitting across from him. “You will only address me, not my wife.”

Jude’s eyes widened. “Wife? What the fuck, Jenny? I thought you would be single forever.”

Jennifer bristled as she sat down beside me. She looked away, her cheeks reddening but not before she placed her hand on my knee.

That small touch soothed the racing adrenaline that was soaring through me and I took a breath.

“I can’t—”

“Hey!” I slapped the table, making the glasses bounce.

The women jumped and I could feel eyes on me but I didn’t fucking care. I wasn’t dealing with this guy’s shithead attitude. I didn’t need the business deal that badly.

Jude’s gaze shot to mine, the corners of his lips turning up.

“You want to talk to her? You go through me. Don’t look at her. Don’t even fucking breathe the same air as her or I will break your fucking face. You hear me?” I said, lowering my voice enough that the people around us wouldn’t hear.

“I got pull. I don’t need this business deal just like you don’t need it, Mathis. But if you want future dealings with my father, I suggest playing nice.”

Before I could respond, Jude motioned for the waiter. “Yes, I’d like to order a bottle of your finest red wine. We have something to celebrate.”

Shit.

I watched as Jennifer interacted with Jude while I stood from the bathroom hallway. Call it stalker-ish on my part but I needed to see if there was anything that I had to worry about when it came to them. Did they still talk? Did she miss him? Was she in love with him? No, she told you she loved you, asshole.

I huffed and leaned against the wall.

Jennifer had moved into my chair so she was closer to him and when he put his hand on her knee, she stiffened.

My body heated, fury roaring through my belly and the green eyed monster reared its ugly head. I was about to blow my fucking lid when she pushed his hand off her knee.

Jude frowned, momentarily stunned by her reaction. He had to be a repeat client. They had shared something before me. The three of them. Although the brunette that was with Jude didn’t talk at all, that was fucking weird. The way she kept eyeing up my wife clearly indicated that they had a girl-on-girl moment.

My skin tingled. I was surprised at myself that it didn’t turn me on. Having a woman or two at the same time was one of my favorite things, until I met Jennifer. Now she was it. She was enough for me and I hoped that I was enough for her. Did she need more than one lover to be satisfied? Well even if she did, I would make it my fucking life mission to make sure that I satisfied her. That I was enough for her.

Jude’s girl licked her lips, her gaze roaming down my wife’s body. God, she was just as bad as him, if not worse. They both looked like they wanted to eat her for dinner.

Jennifer stiffened and hugged herself, running her hands up and down her pale arms.

I took that as my queue and walked back to the table. “Love, I think it’s time to call it a night,” I said, placing my hand on her shoulder.

She jumped under my touch. “But—”

“Now.” I looked at Jude and threw a couple hundred dollar bills on the table. “We’ll talk business later, in private.”

Jennifer huffed and rose to her feet before storming past me.

“Hell has definitely frozen over when Jenny Sunshine does what a man tells her to.”

I ignored the jab from Jude and followed my wife, but not before I noticed her shoulders slump a little lower.

Adrenaline pumped through me. I was in for it and hard. Ready for anything Jennifer threw at me. She was pissed. Yeah well, so was I. Call me a sadistic fuck but I was looking forward to the angry sex.

“Jenny,” I said softly as we stepped into my penthouse.

“I’m going to take a bath,” she mumbled and headed in the direction of my on-suite bathroom.

We needed to talk but I had no idea how to bring the conversation up. What do I say? That I never wanted her to see her ex-clients again? To forget that she even had them? I couldn’t ask that of her. I wanted to. Fuck, did I ever want to.

The sound of the door shutting in my bedroom, or our bedroom, reigned out through the apartment.

We hadn’t fought until today. As soon as I mentioned the fucking business meeting. It was my fault. All of my fucking fault.

I huffed and pulled at the red satin tie that was around my neck and undid the buttons of my shirt.

My body hummed, craving the touch from a warm, soft body that was now soaking away, probably stewing over how to rip me a new one.

Once reaching the bathroom, I almost went to knock and thought ‘fuck it’. It’s not like I hadn’t seen every inch of her.

Opening the door, I braced myself and found my gaze colliding with Jennifer’s. She was lying in the bath surrounded by bubbles. The scent of lavender flowed into my nostrils, making my body come to life.

Her blue gaze glared daggers, but also heated under my scrutiny.

I chose to ignore her and slowly peeled off my clothing. The sharp intake of breath made my cock stir. “Need something, love?” I asked, turning back to her.

She scoffed.

“Spit it out, Jennifer. I know you’re fucking dying to say something.” I threw my shirt on the floor and unbuttoned my pants.

She rose to her feet and stepped out of the tub, heading towards me.

My gaze travelled over her soaking wet and very naked body.

A satisfied smile spread on her face as her nails trailed down my chest. “I enjoy how one look at me and your cock hardens.”

I grabbed her hand and pushed her up against the wall.

She gasped.

“What happened tonight?”

She frowned. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“That’s a fucking lie and you know it,” I said, gripping her jaw.

Jennifer shoved out of my grip and pushed me back. “It’s none of your business.”

“Like hell it isn’t.” My body tensed and I grabbed her shoulders, pinning her against the wall. “I’m your fucking husband.”

She slapped my hands away. “Not by my choice! What happened with Jude, Lily, and me is over.”

“Yeah, well could have fooled me by the way you were looking at him tonight.”

“We have history, yes, but that’s it. I didn’t know he was your business partner. I didn’t know any of this shit,” she cried.

“I don’t want you seeing him or her again.”

“You have no say in that matter.”

“Yes I do. If it’s money you want, I’ll fucking pay you like you so desperately need.” As soon as the words left my lips, I regretted it. My temper was out of control, and now I would pay.

Her lips pressed into a firm line before she slapped me.

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the air. My cheek stinging at the impact. A hot shiver ran down my spine. “Do that again,” I growled.

Her chest rose and fell and she pushed me, punching her hands against my chest. “You want me to hit you? I’ll fucking hit you, asshole! You don’t own me. You don’t control me. You—”

I wrapped my fingers around her throat and crashed my lips to hers.

She moaned, opening to me, sucking and pulling at my tongue.

My hands ran down her naked body, lifting her to the bathroom counter. The adrenaline that had pumped through me earlier now turned into an onslaught of lust and desire. The anger and jealousy I had felt over finding out about Jennifer’s relationship with my business partner, crashed into me as I devoured her mouth.

“You piss me off,” she said against my mouth.

“Yeah, well I’m fucking in love with you and it’s driving me insane,” I husked and ripped open my fly. “Spread your legs,” I demanded.

“You’re so fucking bossy,” she said, scratching her nails into my back.

A flush of heat washed over my skin. “You love it and you know it.” Before she could argue I thrust into her waiting heat.

She whimpered, leaning back against the mirror. “Oh God.”

Not giving her body a chance to get used to my size, I picked up speed, needing the snug feeling of her body wrapped around me. Needing to come inside of her and stay there. Forever.

I
WANT TO HATE YOU

(Jenny)

As his thick cock pumped in and out of me, I wondered why I was letting this happen. I wanted to feel him deep inside me and I wanted to rip his balls off all at the same time. I was finding my mind and body in a constant battle, solely fueled by Mathis.

I waited until he closed his eyes, enjoying his own pleasure and I took both of my arms and shoved him as hard as I could.

He was completely taken off guard and stumbled backwards, crashing against the glass shower doors.

“What the fuck?” he barked at me as I jumped off the counter and made my way back to the bath tub.

It was taking everything in me to walk away. I was so close to my own release, but it wouldn’t be the first time I was let down. I needed to make a statement. Show him everything wasn’t about him and what he wanted all the damn time!

My hips swayed from side-to-side as I cross the room, carefully stepping up the stone steps, and back into the hot water of my bath.

His breathing heaved in the background and I knew he was even more pissed than when I slapped him.

“I’m fuckin’ talking to you, Jennifer!” his voice rang through the nearly empty bathroom.

I wanted to ignore him, but I also wanted to make a damn point.

“And I am not answering you right now.” I never turned to see his reaction, but I don’t need to. I heard something slam against the counter. I could only assume it was his hand.

“You’re impossible!” he was still yelling and I was trying to ignore him, but I knew he was close. I could feel his presence surrounding my body. He didn’t even need to be close and I knew when he was coming for me. It was completely uncanny to have that type of sense for another human, which was another reason I wanted to run screaming from this man.

“What do you want from me? You want to act like a fucking child and then think it is okay to stick your dick in me? I am not yours, Mathis. Nobody owns me. Not even you. Keep your money...” In between my screams, I moved out of the water and grabbed at the robe hanging from the towel rack. “Keep your bathtub and penthouse. Keep your fucking expensive rings,” I removed the wedding band and engagement ring set and threw them both at him as hard as I could. “I don’t want any of it, Mathis! I don’t want you, or this bullshit sham of a marriage.”

Like that I walked out of the bathroom and started rummaging through my drawers in the bedroom for something to wear, just until I got back to the safety of my own tiny ass apartment. Far away from his luxury and possessiveness.

“Where do you think you are going?” His hand wrapped around my arm.

I turned to face him. My chest was heaving as I am still struggling to catch my breath.

“I am going home. To my home. As far away from you as I can get!” I pulled a pair of jeans and a t-shirt out of the drawer and stripped out of the robe, throwing it onto the bed. I lost my balance when his hands pulled at me from behind.

“You aren’t going anywhere. We are going to talk about this, stop being fucking rash, Jennifer.”

His voice sent a chill through my body. I loved it and I hated it all at once. My body was such a bitch for betraying me, because I knew he could feel that.

“I need you to just let me go, Mathis.” I felt defeated when the words leave my mouth. I wanted to crumple onto the floor and curl into a ball. Maybe have a good cry.

His hands let me go, but before I could make a run for it, he was spinning me around to face him.

The second I got my bearings, I haul off and slapped him again. God, it felt so damn good when my palm comes in contact with his face.

His hand forcefully grabs my wrist. “That is the last time you are going to do that. I let it slide, twice. Not again.”

“Then just let me go! Can’t you see I am fucking up your world, Mathis? Tonight was just the tip of the iceberg! It isn’t going to end. They are going to look down on you just as they have looked down on me all these years. The only difference is I never cared until now. I hate how they judge you. You deserve better. You deserve so much better than a cheap hooker for a wife!” Everything I had been feeling purges from my body as I continued to yell and fight him.

“If it isn’t Jude, it is going to be someone else. All ages. All races. Men, women, frat boys, old men with dicks that never even worked. MATHIS! This is what you married!” The tears began to fall as he wrapped his arms around me once again.

“Please don’t. Please just let me go, Mathis. You can walk away with all your money. I don’t want anything. Just let me go.”

His grip tightened and I was sure that I would have bruises in the morning, imprints of his fingers all over my body.

“I’ll never let you go, Jennifer. I don’t care what anyone has to say. You are mine and I am yours. End of story.” His fingers wiped my tears away and before I realized what was happening; I was in his arms, and he was carrying my naked body across the room to the bed.

“I don’t care about everyone else...” His words blanketed me in a comfort I had never known, as he slowly began to kiss every inch of my body. “I only care about you. You are beautiful. You are everything I never knew I always wanted in life. It is going to take a lot more than Jude Emerson to make me walk away from you.”

“What did I ever do in life to deserve you?” I asked him as he cherished my body inch-by-inch. We both were still naked from our attempts at bathing separately. From him trying to take me on the counter. Him trying to take control of the situation.

I wanted to feel him make love to me but tonight the roles needed to be reversed. I needed to make it up to him. I needed to make him know it was okay, and I was going to at least try to stop running every chance I got. I needed to make love to him. Cherish him. Show him without words how much I loved him.

I pushed at his body and rolled him onto his back.

Concern flashed in his heated stare and I knew he was expecting me to bolt or fight him again. “Relax, let me make love to you, Mathis.”

I started at his neck, kissing and licking my way down his body, only stopping when his cock came into view. I wrapped my lips around his erection and pumped his cock with my fist. Up and down, only stopping when I felt the head pressing against the back of my throat. My tongue ran along the tip again, his dick jerking in my mouth. His balls began to tighten, and I pulled his cock free from my mouth. He groaned, but that would just be too easy. I loved knowing exactly what to do with my mouth to bring him to the edge of pleasure.

I seductively crawled up his body, stopping when my tits finally come in contact with his eager mouth.

His tongue swirled around my puckered nipples as his hands roamed freely over every inch of my body.

I moaned in appreciation of his oral skills, but I had to pull away because more than anything in the world I needed him inside me right this second.

His big cock pressed against my soaking wet cunt and I rocked my ass until he pressed between my folds. I only stopped once he is fully seated deep inside me.

He sat up, making his way to my tits again, and I wrapped my legs around his body before I slowly started rocking with him deep inside me. I could feel the head of his dick bottoming out inside me and I gasped with absolute pleasure.

I kept moving my hips back and forth, panting as my orgasm started to build deep inside my pussy.

His mouth sucked and bit on my nipples, pinching and rolling the other between his strong fingers bringing me closer to the brink of pleasure.

My head fell back in ecstasy as his dick rubs along my sweet spot and finally I tip over the edge.

“Oh god...” I breathed out in between moans of pleasure. Each pant and noise encouraging him.

“Fuck, I love you,” he growled as I felt his dick empty inside of my cunt.

“I love you too, Mathis.”

As we walked through the mall, I dragged my mother into shop after shop. Mathis’ only instructions were to come home with a large credit card bill, and my mother was making it damn near impossible. Me, on the other hand, easy pleasey! Even though we had made up last night, and by made up, I mean had the most amazing sex all night long, I was still kind of ticked off at him. Knowing that no matter how much I spent, I could cover the bill with my savings account made it okay though. At least in my eyes.

“How about this hat, Mom? It would be perfect for church.”

She shrugged without saying a word. Something completely unlike my mother. Normally she never shuts up.

“Okay, Mom. What’s wrong?” I didn’t want to push her, because she could be hard to deal with, but something was seriously eating at her and I wanted to know what it was. Come to think of it, I probably didn’t want to know, but curiosity killed the cat. Or the ginger. Whatever.

“This Mathis guy... Are you happy, Jennifer? This all seems so strange.”

Bingo. I knew it was my husband. What do you say when you don’t even know the answer to the question?

“Mom, don’t worry about my marriage. We are happy. Don’t you see it when we are together?” Which was the truth, one damn fight in our whole...what... three days of marriage. That should be some kind of record right?

“I know, I just worry about you Jenny. Are you pregnant?”

I almost tripped over the manikin displaying a hot sequined dress. I couldn’t help but laugh at her assumption, but I guess being from the Midwest it was a pretty suitable assumption.

“No, mother. I am not pregnant.”

“Then what was the hurry?”

There was no answer, so I just shrugged as I grabbed the attention of the girl working behind the counter. That dress would be mine and I would knock my husband’s socks off with it. My train of thought had changed so much in the past few days.

“Do you love him?”

Damn, she was really doing a great job of screwing with my shopping game today.

“Yes, I do love him.”

I guess that finally answered that question.

But how do you fall head over heels in love with someone in a whole hand full of days?

SHIT HAS HIT THE FAN

(Mathis)

The clients I was meeting for lunch were late. I was usually a laid back person but when it came to business, everything had to be spot on. On time. Smooth. My biggest pet peeves were these cocky types that felt they could walk all over me because they fucking had more money. Who the hell cares? I had money too but you don’t see me taking advantage of people. Or monopolizing their time. Okay, maybe I did. But that was no more. I almost busted out laughing. Who would have thought that Mathis Verlinden would change his ways? Be a better person? Not me, that’s for damn sure. But I was certainly enjoying my new skin.

There were a few certain people that would shit bricks if they found out that I had married. I guess it was only time before they knew since my face was plastered all over the Vegas papers.

I took a sip of the red wine, letting the fruity taste seep into my taste buds before swallowing. I always enjoyed a good glass of red. Red.

My pants tightened, my thoughts scattering to images of a pale curvy red headed thing that I had sent out shopping with her mom. I shook my head. Jennifer’s parents were something else. They put Bible thumpers to shame. I was all for religion, a higher power, and things like that but don’t force me to believe what you believe. I know there’s a God. I know my sins, and I know that I will have to fucking pay for them. No one has a right to judge others.

I shook my head, ridding myself of my inner rant and thought about the one thing that had invaded my mind since she walked into my club a couple of nights before.

Jennifer or Jenny Sunshine. I sighed. That woman was going to be the death of me and I fucking loved it. Every minute of it. Every inch of her.

She was still pissed at me. I could tell but I was thankful that we had made up somewhat last night. Letting her make love to me was one of the hardest things I ever had to do but she needed it. I needed it. I didn’t plan on giving her that much control in the future though. I just couldn’t no matter how hard I tried.

“Mr. Verlinden?”

I looked up and smiled at the waiter standing beside me and cleared my throat. “Yes?”

“Your lunch guests are running behind, but will be here in about five minutes,” he said, ringing his hands together.

“That’s fine. Thank you.”

The waiter nodded and walked away.

Fucking clients thought everyone was running on their time.

My stomach twisted, the hairs on the back of my neck tingling. Something felt off.

“Mathis Verlinden.” A heavy hand landed on my shoulder causing me to look up at the deep voice.

Antonio Conti stared down at me, his Italian boyish looks hiding the cobra that lived deep inside. His black eyes twinkled as he sat down beside me. “How’s it going?”

I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth to speak when another person joined our table, sitting on the other side of me. My gaze travelled to him. No. It fucking couldn’t be. Could it?

The man sneered. “Hello, brother.”

Antonio looked between the two of us. “I had no idea that you were brothers. But, I can see the resemblance now.”

Fucking bullshit. Antonio knew. He set me up.

“Yan,” I bit out.

Yan Verlinden, older than me by a couple of years but, still the biggest dick in the whole fucking world. No matter, he always threw me under the bus. It started when we were boys and never stopped.

“How long has it been?” he asked, his voice clipped.

Not long enough. “Fifteen years,” I mumbled.

Yan smirked and ran a hand through his black hair. His piercing gray eyes bore into mine and if we weren’t in a public setting, I would punch the shit out of his smug grin.

“Now, this is interesting,” Antonio grinned. He was like a kid at Christmas, all bright eyed and practically bouncing in his seat. I swore he got off on other people’s misfortune. That’s why he wanted my clubs. That’s why he has tried undermining me for years, taking what is rightfully mine. Not anymore though.

“I heard you got married.”

I turned to my brother and leaned back. “Good news travels fast.” I was wondering how long it would take for people to find out.

Yan rubbed his hands over his mouth. “I also heard that she’s a high paid whore.” I couldn’t help but watch the nasty smirk spread across his lips. He was purposely trying to get under my skin, just as he had our entire lives.

My back stiffened. “She’s not a whore.”

“But she was. Once a whore, always—”

“Finish that sentence and you’ll be getting my fist as your next meal,” I growled.

“Now, now children. Let’s play nice. I have a business to steal…er…be a part of.” Antonio called the waiter over.

God, what was I getting myself into?

After ordering another drink, Antonio turned back to me. “Where’s your pet?”

My jaw clenched. “Dean’s around.” They didn’t need to know that he was sitting at a table with an elderly couple only a few feet away from us. The older folks agreed to have him sit with them as long as they got a picture with me. Fucking epic.

Antonio smirked. “So, since you obviously know my business associate, let’s get down to it then.”

“You can either work with me or go somewhere else to spend your money. I’m not selling my clubs.”

“This is a nice suit. How much did it cost? Five grand?” Yan asked, brushing off my shoulder.

I frowned.

“How would Jenny Sunshine feel if she found out about the illegal businesses you’ve had? Money, drugs, weapons, women…everyone eating out of your fucking hand…”

With an even stare, I looked at my brother. What had happened to make him hate me so much? My stomach twisted. Memories of my father beating him came to mind. Always comparing the two of us. I bit back a sigh. If I were him, I guess I would hate me too.

“Tell her,” I ground out. She would know before they had a chance to tell her anyways. I would tell her on my own. No secrets. She told me about her relationship with Jude and his woman. I was damn determined to make this work. For her and for me. For us.

The sound of laughter echoed through my apartment as Jennifer strolled into the vast living room.

“Well I’m glad…no…really, Nora. I am happy for you.”

I smiled, knowing she was talking about Nora and Dean. The guy had finally settled down. Not sure for how long but whatever.

“No, I don’t think you’re crazy.” Jennifer stopped when she came into the dining room and saw me sitting at the table. She grinned and walked up to me, before placing herself in my lap.

I kissed her shoulder and wrapped my arms around her middle, breathing in the sweet scent of lavender.

She placed a peck on my mouth and frowned. “Nora, I’ll call you back.” She hung up the phone and threw it on the table. “What’s wrong?”

I didn’t know why I was surprised but shock tore through me that she could tell something was off. “How do you know something’s wrong?”

She tapped lightly on my glasses. “I noticed that you only wear them before bed or when you have a headache. Clearly it’s too early for you to be getting ready for bed so something has to be wrong.”

“Perceptive,” I mumbled.

“Talk to me. Please,” she pleaded, entwining our fingers.

I looked down at our joined hands in her lap. “I had a business meeting today.”

She nodded in encouragement.

“My brother was there.”

Jennifer gasped. “What? How the hell did that happen?”

I chuckled and sighed. “He’s a business associate of the guy that’s trying to buy my clubs from me, Antonio Conti.”

“He wants your clubs?”

I nodded. “They’re all over North America in prime locations. At first, I thought he wanted to work with me but soon found out that I was wrong.”

“Okay, but I sense something else is going on ,” she said, running her other hand through the hair at my nape.

The touch, although small, eased the tension that had built in my body since seeing Yan that afternoon. “They threatened to go to you regarding my past if I didn’t sign over my clubs,” I said in one breath.

Jennifer frowned. “Your past?”

I looked away and nodded. “My clubs are legal. One hundred percent but I have underground dealings with anything and everyone. You name it? I have my hand in it. But…” I looked up and met her blue gaze, and breathed a sigh of relief.

No judgment. No yelling and screaming on how much of a loser I was. She listened attentively, to every word that left my mouth, and I think I fell in love with her even more at that moment.

“I want to change. You make me want to change. Call me crazy. Call me fucking delusional, but you make me want to be a better man.”

Jennifer let out a heavy breath. “Wow…well I wasn’t expecting the whole illegal business thing but, I have no right to judge you. I figured something was up with how rich you are though.”

I smiled. “My Jennifer. So perceptive and smart.” And she was. Which was just another thing I adored about her.

She laughed lightly. “Just…I know I probably have no right to ask this of you but I’m only asking because I love you.”

I loved how her cheeks reddened every time she said those three words.

“No more. I don’t care what kind of illegal jobs you were in. I don’t want to know. I will worry though if you keep them. I know you have Dean to protect you but he’s only one man. Please. Do that for me,” she said, cupping my cheeks.

“I will change. I promise you that. For you and for me. I’m getting too old for the drama, anyways. The money is not worth it.” That was the truth. If I could go back and change the wrongs I did, and the people I hurt, I would. There were a few that I could call or visit…visit would probably be better. I made a mental note of doing just that.

“One last thing.”

Jennifer turned in my arms and straddled my waist. “What?”

“My brother, Yan and Antonio might come to you, telling you about me. Act surprised. Whatever they say. Can you do that for me?”

She chewed her bottom lip and thought a moment before a slow smile spread on her face. “I always wanted to be an actress.”

MARRIED THE MOBSTER?

(Jenny)

When Mathis told me he was involved in illegal business dealings, I wasn’t all that surprised. The lavish lifestyle was more than a man who grew up poor, and invested in a couple clubs could provide. There was something off and even though he promised that it would come to an end, I worried.

I worried about him and myself. I worried about our new relationship and the fact that whether or not I liked it, I was now a target to anyone who knew we were married. I also had the fact that despite being out of business myself, I had clients. A long list of clients who were still blowing up my phone for the opportunity to spend a night with me or one of my girls. One of my girls. Girls that I didn’t have.

Thoughts churned around in my mind about becoming the newest Heidi Fleiss. I could pull it off. I knew enough women who were working for asshole pimps who occasionally beat the living shit out of them. With Dean’s help, and my own security team I could buy their freedom.

Would it be completely outrageous to ask my husband to help me? Probably, but as a businessman, he could see where I was coming from. Not like we were some kind of Leave it to Beaver couple anyway. It was a business investment. A sound one at that, especially in Las Vegas.

His study door was closed as I paced back and forth, thinking about how to approach him. Since his brother and some Italian Joe Schmo cornered him three days ago, he had been on edge. Although they had not made their move yet. At least on me. It was only a matter of time before they did.

Just as I was growing the lady balls to knock on the door, it slid open, and there he stood. Glasses on, wildly messy hair, and his tie undone hanging haphazardly around his neck. He was a gorgeous, stressed, disaster. But, I knew I had to get it out now or forever hold my tongue on this idea.

“Everything okay, Jenny?” his voice was quiet, smooth, and loving.

It made my body vibrate with want, and need for his touch more than ever.

“I wanted to talk to you about something business-related.” I slowly pushed him back into his office, holding onto his hand and directing him into the expensive leather chair we had the opportunity to christen last night after a series of long and stressful phone calls he endured.

“I am not sure I like where this is going,” he mumbled as I pushed him back into the chair.

“Nothing to be worried about, love. Everything is fine. I just had an idea I wanted to run by you, since of course, you are my husband. Isn’t that what couples are supposed to do? I am not used to this whole marriage shit, but I am pretty sure I am right.” I ramble when I get nervous. I wondered if he had picked up on that yet. I was rambling and my heart began to race.

“Spit it out, Jenny!” his tone became clipped and I knew he was in a mood. I moved backwards and planted my ass on his desk, crossing my legs and anchoring my elbow on my knee. Posing with my chin in my hand I finally just got to my point.

“I wanna become a Madame.”

“You want to... WHAT?” his voice boomed, and his eyes darkened.

Shit. I was in trouble. Maybe this was a bad idea. But damn it, I don’t want to be one of those stuffy rich housewives. This is my life too!

“Hear me out before you go all alpha fuckin’ cave man on me, Mathis! It is a good fucking idea!” I wanted him to give me a fair shot, but I was wondering if that will even be an option when he rolls his eyes at me. I wanted to slap him across the face every time he did that. Maybe a good slap would fix the problem he was clearly having with his eyes. Asshat.

“Listen, I know a lot of working girls. Many still work for nasty asshole pimps. They would absolutely love to work for someone like me. I have a huge client list, you know as well as I do my client line is still blowing up. This could work out well for our favor. OUR favor, Mathis. Us!”

His fingers ran through his dark hair and he lets out an aggravated sigh. “Jenny, do you think this is a good idea? I mean, we would need to set up protection for them, and to cover our own asses. We would have to find girls as well. I don’t want to deal with these men begging for you when they call.”

I could understand his concern. “Strict rules, Mathis. The first time they ask for my service they get a warning. The second time they lose their spot on the clientele list. I know enough girls to get started and, we could have Dean set up the security details.” I wanted to get down on my knees and beg him, pretty please, but Jennifer Sunshine didn’t beg. Well, not often.

I really needed to stop thinking of myself as Jennifer Sunshine too, because as much as I have loved and hated my name over the years...I was no longer a Sunshine. I’m a Verlinden now. It may not really fit me, but I had to legally change my name. Another step to solidify our budding relationship.

“I’m gonna have to think about this, Jenny.” His uncertainty bothered me. I wanted to convince him that no matter what happened, I was his girl and only his. The possessive asshole in him was exactly what was holding him back. I knew him well enough by now to figure that out.

“Mathis?”

“Hmm,” he replied, looking up through his long dark eyelashes.

“I’m gonna legally change my name this week. Say goodbye to Jennifer Sunshine. Hello to Jennifer Verlinden.”

He didn’t want to smile, but he couldn’t hold it back.

“And honey?” I asked while I slid off the desk.

“Hmmm” he replied again.

“You look stressed. Let me help you unwind a little bit.” Instead of the shoulder rub I had offered so many nights this week. I dropped to my knees in front of him and pulled his soft cock out of his expensive dress pants and went to work pleasing my husband.

“Your name is?” I asked the petite brunette with huge tits sitting across from me in the spacious office Mathis had decided to provide me with.

“Leslie Brown,” the sheepish girl replied. Her manicured fingernail twirled around a piece of her hair.

“Not anymore. If you are hired, you will take on a new name so you can remain safe and anonymous. I know you have been working with Jonah for a long time, but he treats his girls like shit. I am not about that.”

She nodded and just listens to my speech across the table. Nora sat at my side taking notes, sizing her up because shortly, after she signed on the dotted line, my blonde bestie was going to whisk her away to become Sunshined. No more cheap shitty clients. No more sleazy motels and dirty clients.

“Lori London,” she quietly whispered across the table.

“What was that?” I answered and push the contract in her direction.

“I would like to go by Lori London,” her voice slowly got louder.

“That is fine. We need to work on your attitude though. You are too meek. We’ll get you fully ready to handle these clients, Lori. Because honey, these aren’t those junkies you were seeing before. These are real men looking for more than just a quick blow job.” Her eyes opened wide and I knew I was going to love rescuing these girls from the bowels of Vegas hell. Even if they were still going to be whores.

ADJUSTMENT

(Mathis)

This was going to back fire. It just had to. Shit like this always did but, I gave my wife credit. After a week of interviewing women of all shapes and sizes, she became more and more determined to help these women. God, these women. They were dealt a shitty hand in life, and deserved better. Real jobs but seeing as most places wouldn’t hire a “whore”, working for Madame Sunshine would have to do.

I just hoped in time that my wife could retire. I didn’t want her having any association with this lifestyle ever again but I saw where she was coming from and had to suck it up.

After the last woman left my apartment, Jennifer said goodbye to Nora. Nora waved in my direction and I smiled as Jennifer came up to me.

She wrapped her arms around my middle and sighed. “All done.”

I kissed her head. “All interviewed?”

She nodded and pulled away, stifling a yawn. “Yes. Finally. I never realized how much work it was.”

“I’m glad Nora was here to help you.”

Jennifer smiled and took my hand, bringing me to the couch with her. “Did Dean get the security in order?”

“Yes, he’s working on it.”

“Good.” She yawned again.

I chuckled and moved to kiss her when my business line rang.

She sighed and got off my lap. Whoever it was, it better be damn important.

Heading into my office, I grabbed the phone before my answering machine could pick it up. “Verlinden.”

“Well well well. I’m actually surprised I was able to reach you.”

My stomach sunk. “What the hell do you want, Jude?”

“I have a proposition for you.”

“I can already tell you that the answer is going to be no,” I ground out.

He chuckled. “You haven’t heard what I want yet.”

“Don’t need to. Listen, if you—”

“No. You fucking listen to me,” he snarled. “How would you like it if I told your business associate about your wife, and her exploits?”

“Go ahead. I don’t fucking care what anyone thinks,” I growled.

Jude laughed. “You’re such a fucking liar. Give me one night with Jenny, and my lips are sealed.”

My eyes widened. “Excuse me?” I was going to kill this mother fucker. Gut him like a fish, and then mount him on my damn wall.

“I want one night, and then I go away.”

“I don’t fucking think so.” Who the hell did this guy think he was?

“Are you sure? Because what kind of man would want to build a business, or a hotel in your case, with someone who has a whore of a wife?”

My grip on the phone tightened. “Do it. I can find someone else to work with if he has his head so far up his own ass that he can’t see past that shit.”

“Please. You’re fucking bluffing. It pisses you off that I have this power, this control.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm when really, my insides were raging with fury.

“Does it bother you knowing that I’ve seen her naked? I’ve touched every inch of her? Been inside her over and over again.”

“Fuck. You.” He was getting to me. Bad.

“I bet it just eats at you, knowing how many men she’s been with. Oh wait, you don’t know how many, do you?”

I shook my head, swallowing hard. “I don’t—”

“Did she tell you how hard she came the last time I fucked her as she ate my girlfriend’s pussy?”

That was it. I was seeing red. “You—”

“I was her favorite client. She always came back for more. I can still feel her tight cunt wrapped around my dick as I fucked her hard. And Mathis?”

My breathing picked up at the words I was hearing. I knew he was a client, I knew they had history but the way he was talking, made it sound like it was more.

“She’s mine.”

I growled. “No she’s fucking not. She’s mine, asshole. Mine. I own her.”

Jude chuckled. “We’ll see about that.” And with that he hung up.

I slammed the receiver down and huffed, scrubbing my hands down my face. My body vibrated. Adrenaline pumped through me like a hurricane. “Fuck.” I landed my fist hard on the desk, the cup of pens shaking under my wrath, before spilling onto the floor.

“Mathis?” A light knock sounded on the door before Jennifer peeked her head into my office. “Everything alright?”

My cock got hard just seeing her. Mine.

I rose to my feet and stalked towards her, never needing to be insider her so badly.

Her eyes widened and she took a step back, heading in the direction of the living room.

Run, that’s fine but I will catch you. This sense of possession came over me, took over my soul as I closed the distance between us. I was officially becoming a fucking caveman.

“What’s going on?” she asked, her voice turning husky with desire.

I leaned my head from side to side, cracking the tendons in my neck.

She turned around and headed towards the couch. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you but—”

Before I knew what I was doing, I tackled her. We both landed hard on the couch, her warm body spread beneath me. “Mathis.”

My hands ripped at her clothes, tugging the panties clean off her body. I fisted my hand in her red hair and pulled her head back, grazing my teeth over the side of her neck.

She swallowed, a soft moan leaving her beautiful plump lips.

“You’re mine, Jennifer,” I growled. Was that even me talking? The possession for this woman took over again as I lowered my zipper and freed my now rock hard cock.

“Mathis, what—”

I slammed into her tight cunt making her cry out. Fuck, she was hot.

“Oh God,” she whimpered.

Gripping her hair in one hand, I pulled her leg up to her chest with the other and pulled out before thrusting back in. “Mine. You’re fucking mine.”

“Yes. I am. Please…shit,” she begged.

Every time I powered into her, her eyes dilated. I grabbed her wrists and held them behind her back, restraining her under me as I fucked her hard. “You’re mine. Your cunt is mine. Your body is mine. You are mine.”

She moaned, trembling beneath me, her core squeezing my cock.

“I own you, Jennifer,” I said between thrusts. “Me. That’s it. No one else.”

She panted and spread her legs wider before a scream of ecstasy left her lips.

“That’s it. Come on my dick.”

Sounds of pleasure encircled us as I kept pumping into her at a frantic pace. I couldn’t control it. The need to possess and take over her body was strong, gripping me from the inside out. And it was all Jude’s fucking fault.

I pulled out and thrust two fingers into her pussy and wrapped my other hand around my cock. “You’re going to come again and again until I tell you to stop.”

She nodded and pushed back against my hand.

I inserted three fingers deep inside her, rubbing them over her g-spot.

Jennifer whimpered, her hips picking up speed. “Yes. Oh God. Harder.”

A tingle shot down my back before exploding through my balls. I released my seed onto her ass and lower back. I groaned, pinching the tip of my dick, lengthening my orgasm.

She turned her head and looked up at me, her eyes darkening with desire as I came on her body.

With my finger, I brushed it through the white cream and pushed it into her pussy. She moaned.

I repeated my movements, and did the same with the puckered hole between her ass cheeks. Both spots I had become accustomed to over the last week.

“I want to come all over you and inside you over and over again.” My hand still held a firm grip on my cock, and although I just had come, it was still hard as stone. I sank back into her, stretching her to meet my size and pushed more of my come inside her waiting pussy.

She moaned, opening her body to me. “I love the feel of your come deep inside my cunt.”

My body came to life with her words. God, I loved this woman. I loved everything about her. But, at this moment it wasn’t making love. It was pure raw fucking, and I needed her to be aware that no man would come between us. She was mine. A thought came to me at that very moment. What better way to have her permanently in my life? To know that she would always be there, no matter what.

Throwing a baby into the fucking mix wouldn’t jack shit up. It would work. Would she be for it though? That was the question.

As her pussy sucked my cock dry, I couldn’t help shake the feeling of elated happiness that flew through me. She wouldn’t have to be a whore any more. She said she wouldn’t for me but having a baby was a guaranteed way to make her stop.

Her cries of pleasure interrupted my thoughts, and I focused back on the task at hand. Making my wife exhausted from my thick length fucking her hard.

I leaned down, covering her completely and bit the back of her neck.

She gasped, her pussy clenching around me.

I did it again.

As her moans and cries of bliss filled my ears, I continued on my plans on making her mine for good. I had a feeling she wouldn’t be ready for a baby so plan B? Steal her birth control.

MISSING IN ACTION

(Jenny)

Whoever had been on the phone with Mathis sent him into an absolute tailspin. I hadn’t seen the possessive Mathis rear his ugly head in days, but tonight he did with vengeance. I should have been scared, but I wasn’t.

My body relaxed against his while he ran his fingers through my hair. We snuggled in bed as if the intense fucking never happened. I wanted to pick his brain, ask him what happened, but he was still wound so tightly. He would be in a better frame of mind in the morning. No good would come from discussing shit tonight.

“Jenny,” his voice sent a chill down my spine. No matter how many times my name left his beautiful European lips, I could never get enough of it.

“Mmm,” I replied in response, I couldn’t even bring myself to answer in words. I was just that exhausted.

“Are you on birth control?” the question instantly became an elephant in the room. We had been fucking like wild rabbits and the subject never came up until now. Was that what was bothering him?

“Yes, why?” I rolled over to face him while we had whatever discussion was about to explode between us. My heavy eyelids were recharged and my exhaustion was long forgotten.

“I was just wondering. I mean, it is a valid question, right?” His demeanor remained cool, calm, nothing like the brooding man who attacked me on the couch earlier in the evening.

“I guess so, but why now? Shouldn’t we have covered that before we started fucking?” I didn’t mean to sound irritated, but it came across that way. Damn it. Way to keep your emotions under control, Jenny!

“It slipped my mind, I figured you’re my wife now so whatever happens, happens. Right?” Did he just say he wants me to get knocked up? I almost want to kick him in his dick. And if I didn’t get so much damn pleasure from it, I probably would have.

“Mathis, what is going on? What aren’t you telling me?” Can of worms? Officially fucking open. I might as well have poked the bear with a stick. I started to pull away from him in bed and his grip on me tightened.

“Jenny, don’t pull away from me, love.” His lips gently pressed to my cheek, and he pulled me closer. “I’m telling you everything. I just wanted all of our communication open. Babies happen. Life happens. I want to make sure we’re on the same page.”

Same page? Would he be on the same page?

“Mathis, I’m nowhere near ready for a baby. Hell, we just got married. We don’t know each other at all. Don’t you think a baby would just confuse everything right now? I wouldn’t want anything to come between us.” It was true. Everything with us was just so fresh and new. A baby. God. That would fuck everything up. It would be like throwing a smelly, puking, drunk frat boy in between my husband and me.

“I know love, I know. I just...” He stopped and looked away.

He was lying. I may not be a world class poker player, but I have figured out his tell. Every time he lied to me, he looked away. He couldn’t make eye contact with me. It was like my sapphire gaze was a truth detector.

“Jenny, I can’t stop thinking about you growing a piece of me inside you. I understand where you are coming from. Maybe someday?” His eyes met mine and I could feel the raw love in them. His words made me melt. They filled me with a want I have never had before. The want to share a forever with someone. That feeling all those bimbos back home had gushed about when they met the one.

The love and kittens. The desire for a white picket fence and children. The want for a forever with one person, forsaking all others as long as we both shall live. I may not remember the vows we took in a tiny midnight ceremony, but I cherished them deep in my soul. Only a week later.

“Mathis. Are you scared I am going to leave you?” I knew I took him off guard when he pulled away from me.

His hands ran through his hair, then down his face.

“Yes. Okay. I am. You don’t remember our wedding. You didn’t want to get married. I did. I wanted you anyway I could have you, Jenny. I’m afraid one day you are going to fucking wake up and run off with Jude Emerson, or anyone else but me.”

Jude Emerson? Is that who had gotten under his damn skin.

“Mathis?” my words were at a whisper. I watched as he turned to me once again.

His eyes misting with unshed tears.

“What Jenny?”

“Marry me again. We’ll do it right this time. I need to know you’ll always be my one and only. I need to know you aren’t going to run off on me. Leaving me behind and heartbroken.”

His eyes widened and he pulled me close. Before he could take control, my lips crash to his.

“You are mine, Mathis. Only mine. No one else’s.” My tongue pushes entry into his mouth, exploring and massaging every inch of his mouth. Staking my claim.

“Your mouth. Your dick. Your beautiful chest. Your gorgeous eyes. Every fucking inch of you is MINE.” My hand pushed inside his lounge pants and grabbed his cock.

He jumped at the touch, but lay back on the bed.

“Jenny, what are you doing?”

“Claiming what is mine, Mathis.” I pulled the sheer nighty I was wearing over my head and tossed it onto the floor.

His intense stare roamed from my eyes down to my tits, taking in every inch of my naked body. I straddled his lap and lowered my lips to his neck.

In between each kiss and lick, I claim my man.

“You. Are. Mine. Mathis.” I bit and sucked hard, leaving a hickey on his neck. Momentarily marking him. Branding him as mine. “No other woman will ever touch you again. Do you understand me?”

My grip on his dick tightened. “Tell me, Mathis. Tell me you are mine.”

“Harder. Squeeze me harder,” he groaned.

“Tell me,” I said, pinching his cock.

“I’m yours, Jenny. No one else’s. The only pussy I ever want is yours.” His words sent a chill through my body.

“Take your pants off. Now,” I demanded him and he quickly shed the only piece of clothing between us. “I’m gonna take what’s mine now.”

I lowered my wet cunt onto his dick. I claimed it as mine as I rode up and down, moaning his name and demanding him to tell me who he belonged to with each thrust. Just as my climax slowly starts to coat his cock, I could feel him empty his hot load into my cunt, marking me as his own for the second time tonight.

“Fuck, I love you.” And with those four words I collapsed onto his chest.

It was almost one o’clock in the morning when I pulled him out of his expensive black sports car and into some random wedding chapel on the strip. I was wearing the sequined dress I bought while out with my mother, and he had one of his many expensive suits on, complete with a red tie.

“Where did that hot little number come from?” he asked me as we stood in the lobby of the chapel.

“Check your credit card bill,” I said with a wink. “I got it when I was out with Mom the other day shopping. She almost had a heart attack. Priceless!”

He laughed and pulled me tight, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You sure you wanna do this?”

His question took me by surprise. The first time around he was so eager to get me here, now he was getting cold feet? What gives?

“Of course I do, Mathis. I love you.” I pressed my lips gently against his, careful not to brand him with my bright red lipstick.

He continued to fidget while we filled out all the paperwork and waited for the Elvis impersonator of the hour to come and marry us.

“Jennifer and Mathis?” A large man with a southern twang caught our attention and we stepped into the small chapel.

“Y’all ready to get the show on the road?” he asked while pulling some papers out of his pocket. We both nodded in agreement as he whizzed through his marriage speech. Only stopping when he reaches the vows portion, as we had made it clear in the paperwork that we had our own.

“I, Jennifer Sunshine, take you Mathis Verlinden to be my husband. For better and for worse. Through way too many drinks, and your angry possessive outbursts. In our good times and our bad. I am only yours forever. As long as we both shall live. Or until I kill you in your sleep. I love you.” I couldn’t help but join into the laughter surrounding us.

“I, Mathis Verlinden, take you Jennifer Sunshine to be my wife. From the moment you walked into my life, my world has finally started to make sense. Everything is right. My days start and end with you, and I never want to go another day without you by my side. Even if you try and kill me in my sleep. I love you more than life itself.”

“By the power invested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss your bride!”

Before his lips came to mine, they part and he begins to speak.

“And Jenny? We were never really married before. But now, it is official.”

Before I could kick him in the balls, his mouth was on mine even as I protested.

OFFICIALLY MINE

(Mathis)

“You…really? I…ugh…I can’t…” Listening to my wife attempt to form a full sentence after my admission of never marrying her officially was priceless to say the least.

“Love.” I pulled her into my arms and kicked the door closed. “Stop…I…” She huffed, pushing against me. My hand dipped to the small of her back before cupping her ass. “Cat got your tongue?” I teased, nuzzling my nose into the crook of her neck.

“I think I hate you,” she mumbled. I chuckled and lifted her dress to her waist. Squeezing her ass in my hands, I pushed her up against the wall. “Do you? How much do you hate me, love?” I asked, rubbing my pelvis against the apex between her thighs. She moaned and then frowned before attempting to push me again.

“You never married me. This was all a fucking sham.” I smirked and nipped up the side of her neck to her mouth. “No it wasn’t. I did marry you but I never signed the marriage license.”

“Why not?” she asked, leaning her head to the side.

“Because I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t leave first.” I cupped her mound and rubbed my palm against her clit.

She moaned and reached for my belt buckle. “Well, I’m not leaving now but you could have told me.”

Moving her panties to the side, I lifted her in my arms and her legs around my waist. “Would you have stayed if you had known that?”

Jennifer gasped when I lowered her onto my dick. “Probably not,” she panted.

“Didn’t think so.” I grabbed her hands and pulled them above her head, linking our fingers together. The rest of that night, I took my time showing her how much I did, in fact, love her, and how sorry I was for not telling her about not signing the marriage license. Even though she was mad at me at first, it was all worth it in the end. To have her and to hold her. Spending the rest of our lives loving her. Everything was fucking worth it.

I woke the next morning feeling like someone had chopped off my junk and sewed it back on with chicken wire. Okay, maybe not so bad, but my dick fucking hurt. Was there such a thing as too much sex? I looked over at the naked sleeping form beside me. My cock hardened. Nope. Apparently not.

I placed a kiss on Jennifer’s bare shoulder and rolled out of bed. My head fucking pounded. God, what was wrong with me? Oh yeah. Jude and every other fucker that came my wife’s way. My wife. It was official and I was the happiest man alive. Pulling on a pair of blood red draw string sweat pants, I padded into my office. It was five in the morning and I couldn’t sleep. Insomnia was a bitch. I loaded up the laptop and trudged into the kitchen to get my caffeine fix when I saw the red light flashing on my answering machine. Pressing the play button, I made coffee while I waited for the message to sound through the air.

“Mathis Verlinden.”

My stomach dropped at the deep voice on the other end. Jude.

“You will give me Jenny for one night if you know what’s fucking good for you. Or else I will just come and take what’s rightfully mine. I don’t care if you officially married her tonight.”

I deleted the message and slammed my fist into the wall. A sharp white hot pain travelled up my arm before I fell to my knees. My chest constricted. There was no way. No way at fucking all that Jude would get his grip in her again. I reached for the phone and dialed Dean. A throat cleared and a female voice sounded in the back ground asking him who was calling so early. “Go back to sleep, baby,” he said, his voice muffled like he placed his hand over the receiver. “Mathis? What’s wrong?”

I took a breath and told him about the message from Jude. “I’m fucking scared that he’ll do something to her.”

“I’m on it, my man. Extra protection?”

“Yes,” I said, breathing a sigh of relief. “Don’t tell Nora. I don’t want either of the girls knowing.”

“Understood. I’ll have Ricky and Lee in your lobby twenty four seven until you tell me different.”

“Thank you. I don’t pay you enough for the shit you do for me.”

Dean scoffed. “I do it cause you’re my friend. Not for the money. Didn’t you know that?”

Now I did. “I love you, my man,” I whispered. I didn’t tell him that enough. I didn’t tell him that I appreciated all he had done for me. Some illegal, and some not. Either way, he was there for me, even when I was difficult and an ass.

“Love you too, boss. Now go be with your wife. I have a hot little blonde that I need to fuck into exhaustion, again.”

I chuckled and hung up the phone.

Leave it to Dean to always get the ball rolling and make me feel better. God, what would I do without him?

A couple of days later, the message from Jude momentarily forgotten, reigned full steam ahead in my mind as I walked into my brother’s office. I didn’t know why I was there. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing but while Jenny was out with Nora, I ended up at the front steps of my brother’s office building. Shit had to be laid out. I didn’t need drama from my brother as well. I had enough of that with Jude.

I walked down the pristine white hallway, the marble flooring glowing in the afternoon sun. Yan had done well for himself. As much as I hated the guy, I was happy for him.

“Can I help you…” The female voice trailed off as I looked at the young blonde receptionist. Her cheeks reddened. “You can go right in, Mr. Verlinden.”

I nodded. I loved being me.

I pushed open the large cherry oak doors and smiled when Yan’s wide eyed gaze landed on me.

“Tell your girl to take a break,” I said, indicating the small body under the desk that was sucking him off.

He growled. “Leave.”

The woman rose from behind the desk, straightened her navy blue pant suit and wiped her lips. She walked by me but not before making sure to give me a once over.

I rolled my eyes. “Not on your fucking life.”

She huffed and left the office with a slam of the door.

Yan chuckled and leaned back in his expensive leather chair. “What can I do for you, brother?”

“I need your help.”

SNEAKY SON-OF-A-BITCH

(Jenny)

I sat across from Nora and spilled the entire story about how Mathis and I were never really married. It had been almost a week since we got married for real and I found out. While I wanted to kick him in the nuts and put them in my Michael Kors bag, I thought it was kind of cute in a fucked sorta up way.

“Whatever, you two are made for each other.” Nora said, poking a fork full of salad in my direction.

I wanted to laugh or tell her she was wrong. But the truth of the matter was, she was right.

My cell phone beeped in my bag, my birth control alarm sounded. Right on time, like clockwork. Every day I needed that extra reminder, even more so now than before. A baby? Ha!

I started digging through my bag looking for the small round package. Damn, I have way too much shit in here. When I got to the bottom and emptied everything onto the table only to realize the package wasn’t in there, I started to freak out. Absolutely lose my shit.

Pressing Mathis’ number into my phone and hitting send, I waiting on the other end until his voice soothed my panic. “Hello love.”

“Mathis, have you seen my pills? I can’t find them! They aren’t in my bag!”

He chuckled to himself. That son-of-a-bitch was laughing.

“Calm down, Jenny. I haven’t seen them. Call your doctor and get some new ones. No big deal,” his voice was calm as always. “Relax, enjoy your lunch and I will see you at dinner.” The line disconnected and I couldn’t help but think he had something to do with this.

“I’m gonna kill him,” I growled as I picked up my glass of water and chugged it. Trying to cool my hot temper. Yeah, that’s not gonna happen!

“What now, Jenny?” Nora laughed across the table. I’m glad she was amused by the newest drama.

I took a deep breath before laying it all out on the table.

“You aren’t going to believe this! He wants a baby. A fucking baby, Nora! We’ve known each other what... three weeks at most? He’s nuts! And NOW my birth control pills just magically grew legs and walked out of my purse. I swear he took them!” By the time I finally ended my long run-on rant, she was laughing with tears streaming down her face. Laughing at me. I should kick her square in the cunt for laughing at me. “Jennifer Sunshine, or whatever the fuck your last name is these days, because I can’t pronounce that European shit. Get your head out of your ass. A gorgeous, rich, swoon worthy man wants to make you the mother of his children. Men don’t throw that around every day. They don’t want baby mommas. They don’t want spit up, and shitty diapers. He, my friend, is a keeper. So if he wants to put a mini Verlinden in that baby maker, you better fuckin’ get on it.”

I didn’t want to admit that she was right, but in the back of my head I think she just made the best case for procreation anyone could ever come up with.

Three hours, a trip to the pharmacy, and a lot of fuckin’ thinking, I walked into the penthouse. It was quiet and Mathis was nowhere in sight.

“MATHIS! Get your ASS in here!” my screams echoed through the sprawling area. Soon I heard the study door slide open, as he held a finger up to his mouth and a phone to his ear.

“Call’s over!” I yelled loud enough to scare off whomever was on the other end.

“I’m sorry, Yan. I’m gonna have to call you back. My demanding wife just walked in the door.” He laughed and disconnected the call. A couple steps in my direction and I held up an arm to keep him away.

“You! Stop right there. Don’t come a foot closer!” The dramatics, I should laugh. But everything in me wants to yell and scream. Yup, I should have been an actress!

“Oh, Jenny. Stop!”

“Tell me one thing, and tell me the truth.”

“Jennifer, I didn’t take your pills. Go look on the nightstand in the bedroom. They are all there and accounted for. Mary, the maid found them under the bed this morning.”

Okay, so now I was really embarrassed. Fuck.

“So you didn’t take them?” My voice suddenly was quiet, full of disappointment. Did I really want him to play games and steal my pills? Did I really want to give him everything he wanted? Did I want a family? This was all just too much.

“No, Jenny. When you said you weren’t ready, I respected that. I wouldn’t do that to you. As much as I love playing games with you, having a baby isn’t a game. I know what it’s like to be unwanted. I would never do that to a child, let alone my own.” His sincere tone made me want to melt into a puddle on the foyer floor. How did I get so lucky?

“So, you don’t want a baby anymore?” I could feel tears stinging at my eyes. What in the FUCK is wrong with me? Am I really about to cry over this? Why does this feel like I’m being rejected? Why does this man make me a bi-polar head case? Probably because I am?

“Honey, I want nothing more than to have a baby with you. But, not until that is exactly what you want too.” His hand cupped my chin and his lips pressed to mine. “Why the tears, beautiful?”

I couldn’t tell him. Could I?

“I...just. I don’t know...” my quiet voice trailed off. I couldn’t bring the words to come out of my mouth. My hand still tightly gripped the bag from the local pharmacy, full of another month’s supply of birth control. Something I thought I wanted.

“Jenny, you can tell me anything.”

Without any words, I opened the bag and took the pills out of the small case. One-by-one I popped them out all over the foyer floor. The small yellow pills bounced in every direction imaginable while Mathis stood still watching every movement I made.

“Mathis...” I said as a single tear fell from the corner of my eye.

“Yes?”

“Make love to me tonight.” And that was the moment I decided to throw all caution to the wind and give myself to Mathis in a way I thought I never could.

A
LOVE LIKE NO OTHER

(Mathis)

Shocked. No. Fucking ecstatic would explain how I was feeling right that minute. As I watched Jennifer push the pills out of the blister package, and throw the now empty birth control container on the floor, I stood there like a moron and stared at her. Asking me to make love to her? She didn’t have to ask me twice. I lifted her in my arms and carried her to our bedroom before laying her gently on the bed. There would be no rushing tonight. This was all for her. She stopped taking the pills for me? Well I was going to show her what making love was really like.

“Mathis?”

I smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead before releasing her completely. Moving to the edge of the bed, I took off her red flats and threw them behind me. They landed with a thunk somewhere off in the distance.

Jennifer giggled, her gaze following my movements.

Lowering to my knees, I brushed a finger up the length of her foot.

She jumped.

I grabbed her foot, pushing my thumbs into her heel and up into the arch.

She moaned. “Feels good.”

“Did you know that there are several pressure points in the foot? Most of which can turn someone on?”

Jennifer shook her head, her eyes darkening. Already she was turned on and I hadn’t even started yet. I moved my hand over her foot, massaging and kneading as I went, before doing the same with the other.

By the time I was done giving her the foot massage of her life, she was panting and her cheeks were flushed.

I grinned and moved up the length of her body, replacing my hands with my mouth.

“Mathis, come up here,” she begged.

“No. Anticipation is key, love. You’ll thank me in the end.”

“I need you.”

I chuckled and lightly nipped the skin just above her knee. “And you’ll have me, but right now this is all for you.”

She groaned and rubbed her hands down her face in frustration.

I would have laughed if I wasn’t focused on getting to the place I wanted most. Pulling her dress to her waist, I trailed a mixture of kisses and licks up her inner thigh. “I want to taste you, love.”

She looked down at me and licked her lips. “Please.”

Grabbing her hips, I pulled her under me and bent her knees. “Open for me.”

Jennifer spread her legs, and with some maneuvering had her dress up and off her before I had time to process what she was doing.

The white lace lingerie stared back at me, covering her assets. God, she was fucking beautiful. I gripped the sides of her panties. “Were these expensive?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll buy you a new pair,” I said as I ripped them clean off her body.

She grinned and tilted her head back, waiting.

I kissed her lower belly, inhaling the sweet scent of lavender. I loved the smell of her skin and I couldn’t get enough. My dick was threatening to explode in my pants and at that moment, I didn’t care if it did. Placing light nips just above her bare mound, I almost couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to taste her. To have her come against my face. Her orgasm on my tongue.

I spread her legs wider and brushed my thumbs over the soft pale folds of her pussy.

Her hips bucked under my touch. “Mathis,” she breathed.

“Relax. Enjoy because I’m about to devour my wife,” I said and with a smooth stroke, I licked from her glistening opening to her clit. The sweet nectar of her juices tingled against my taste buds. That was it. I couldn’t take it anymore and I covered her core with my mouth.

She gasped and cried out, grabbing fistfuls of my hair.

I moaned, thrusting my tongue deep inside of her and stroked her clit with my thumb as I fucked her with my mouth.

She moaned, writhing against my face. “Oh yes. Right there.”

Replacing my mouth with my fingers, I thrust two into her, feeling her pussy tighten around me. Spreading the folds of her hot cunt, I sucked her clit into my mouth making her scream my name almost instantly.

“Oh fuck. Yes. Oh God, Mathis.”

The sounds of her cries of pleasure were music to my ears. The thrusts of my fingers deep inside her didn’t let up and she came again, and a third time before I decided she was ready for my cock. I sat back on my hunches, ripped off my shirt and kicked my pants to the side before covering her body with mine.

Our mouths met feverishly and I was back inside of her completely. Her hands roamed down my back, scratching her nails into my skin as she dug her heels into my ass. “Harder. Please.”

I pulled her under me and deepened the kiss, thrusting into her with a fervor we both craved and needed. Her pussy clenched around me, squeezing me like a fist as she came hard while gasping for air. I groaned, a tingle shooting down my back as I spilled my seed deep inside of her. At that moment I realized that we could have just made a baby. I didn’t know how long it took. I didn’t know if it would work right away. But, there was always hope.

At first it was a game but then I thought better of it. Yes, I thought of stealing her pills and I did but the guilt took over, so I had to return them. But she actually wanted a baby with me. Me. Mathis Verlinden. Maybe I was hanging out with Jennifer’s Bible thumper parents too much, but I would forever be grateful to the God almighty for placing this woman unexpectedly in my life.

“How did you want this handled?” my brother asked me as I placed my feet on my desk.

Again insomnia took over and I had trudged out of bed at four something in the morning. I stifled a yawn. “Legally.”

Yan chuckled. “Now why would you think I’d handle it any other kind of way?”

“Because you’re like me, fucker,” I bit out.

“Touché.”

Although we just started talking again after all of these years, so many issues had to get resolved but right now the biggest one was Jude, and keeping my wife safe. “What do you know about him?”

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose and leaned back in my chair. “He’s a rich daddy’s boy. Silver spoon jammed in his face from the time he was born. Has lots of money but doesn’t know what to do with it. He wants to ruin my career but I’m damn determined not to let that happen.”

Yan scoffed. “Anyone with a brain would know that you haven’t gotten all of your money from just owning clubs. An ex-whore of a wife is not going to faze them.”

I really was starting to hate that word. There had to be something much classier than whore. “Either way, he said he’d go after Jenny whether I liked it or not. I don’t care what he does to me, Yan. It’s her I care about.”

“You know. I followed the business section of your life for years now__”

“You did?” I asked, momentarily surprised by my brother’s admission.

“Yes. I know we have our differences but you’re still blood,” he mumbled. “Anyways, I never would have pegged you for a man that would settle down so quickly.”

“Neither would I, until I met her. It’s corny but it was meant to be.”

“I get that. Not saying I want it for myself but what the fuck ever. So, Jude…” I smiled at my brother’s quick change in subject. “Jude needs to leave my wife alone. Whatever happens, I want it done quickly and legally, Yan. No messes. I don’t want to have to clean up after you.”

“Is that how you’ve stayed out of jail all of these years?”

I smirked. “Nothing can be traced back to me.”

“You do realize that you’re on a phone. These fucking things can be tapped like a cheap hooker on the strip.”

I laughed. “I’m good. I have a computer genius working with Dean.” “A computer genius? You have a fucking nerd working for you?”

Wouldn’t Lucas Crane like to know that he’s being called a nerd? “That doesn’t matter. What’s important is that we need to keep Jenny safe from Jude.”

A small gasp sounded from the door.

I jumped up and turned to find Jennifer standing at the door to my office.

SHIT MEET FAN

(Jenny)

I quietly stood outside of Mathis’ office listening to his conversation. I knew I shouldn’t eavesdrop on my husband, but the moment he left our bed in another one of his bouts of insomnia, I couldn’t help but follow. His conversation with Yan was friendly and carefree until I heard his name. Why were they discussing Jude?

Since the night I saw him over their business dinner, his face haunted me. His normal devilish look across the table made me know exactly what he wanted from me. Nothing more than my body, which was how it had always been between us. I wanted more for ages, but not any longer. I never knew what I was looking for until Mathis steamrolled into my life.

As their conversation continued and their plans hatched, I gave away my presence when I let out an audible gasp. Shit!

“Yan, I gotta go. I will get back to you in a couple of hours.” Mathis disconnected the line and turned, stalking toward the cracked door where I hid.

“Jenny?” his voice was strong and commanding. Almost as if he was pissed off that I caught whatever he was plotting. I should be the one pissed, not him. He had no right to be angry.

“Mathis,” I growled in reply.

“I’m not sure what you heard. But hear me out,” his clipped tone was soothing now. Almost as if he was pleading with me. “Let me tell you first, since that dinner, Jude has contacted me a number of times. All of them regarding you. Threats trying to get leverage over me to have you for another night. This isn’t about business, it is about him fucking you again, and the mere thought of it has me fucking seeing red, Jennifer.”

I wanted to laugh in his face. Leverage over him for a night with me?

“Well, Mathis. First off that’s not gonna happen. He will never get another night with me. He was a client, nothing more.” I tried to continue but he cut me off.

“Are you sure he was only a client?” His jealousy was written all over his face.

I was completely taken off guard at his question. What would give him the thought that there was ever anything more than a professional relationship between us? “Why would you even think that, Mathis?”

“I saw the way you looked at him over dinner. The way he looked at you. There was more.” He was angry, jealous. I loved it when he was jealous. It got me all fuckin’ hot and bothered. I would never tell him that though.

“Mathis. I thought once upon a time that he would sweep me off my feet. I didn’t know him, I didn’t know how much of a vile asshole he was, either. I don’t want him. I don’t want anyone but you. How many times can I tell you that? What else can I do to prove that to you? I’ve given myself to you in every damn way I can, Mathis. Please, believe me already!” I was pleading with him by the time I finished. I crossed the room and cradled his face in my hands. Our eyes stared into each other’s souls, but neither of us wanted to make the first move.

“I’m sorry, Jenny. I’m so sorry.” His lips pressed gently against mine and his kiss apologized for ever questioning my commitment to him. It may be fresh and new but it was as strong as two people could be connected.

“Stop worrying, Mathis. If I had known, I would have pulled out my client file on Jude.” I shrugged it off, knowing I had more dirt on Jude Emerson than he could ever have on me, or Mathis combined. “It is a non-issue, Mathis. I keep client files on every single client I have ever taken on. I have dirt on every last one. Shit they would never want to meet the public eye, including pictures. I will handle this. Have Dean get me a security detail for the day and I will pay Jude a visit.” Before I could finish my sentence he was cutting me off again.

“I will come with you.”

“No, Mathis. Before you go getting all fuckin’ caveman on him. You won’t come. This is something I have to do alone.” I watched his internal battle wage.

He was trying to talk his possessive self down and do what we both know is the right thing.

“Yan, my brother will go with you as your security detail.”

“That is fine. Now baby, come back to bed with me.” I gave him a wink and throw a little extra sway into my hips as I walked away.

My palms were sweating, my heart was racing, and I felt like I wanted to vomit.

Yan stood by my side, as we flew floor-by-floor in Jude’s building. I didn’t want to confront him, I honestly wished he would just fucking go away.

The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened with Jude standing front and center. His floppy blond hair I once found attractive disgusted me. I no longer cared for his surfer-esque charm. I compared every inch of him to Mathis in my mind. His eyes were too pale. His smile was too bright. His charm wasn’t charm at all. It was cocky-douchebaggery. The way I once fawned over him disgusted me. I disgust myself thinking about the hours I fantasized about being under him again as he used my body for nothing more than his own pleasure.

“Jenny, always lovely to see you. I must admit, I was more than excited when you called.” His hand rubbed his hardening cock through his pants and I wanted to punch him in the dick. But that would involve actually having to touch him, which I had no plans of doing.

“Save it, Jude. I’m here on business. I fear you have violated a big stipulation in your client contact. I have contacted my lawyer about this, but I am here to give you a bit of a chance before I release this information on you.” I waved the brown file folder in the air.

His demeanor changed from cocky to concern.

“Jude, you should have known this would be coming. My husband has told me how many times you came to him with your empty threats. What is your problem? After all these years we have worked together, why would you now decide to be like this?” It was an honest question. We had always had a flawless partnership. He had always treated me with respect, which was why once upon a time I could have pictured being his Mrs. Emerson. Shitty to think about now and I know all-in-all it would have never actually happened. But, I couldn’t help but wonder why he stooped to this level.

Yan continued to stand off in the distance, watching every movement Jude made. Giving privacy, but also being his brother’s keeper. I knew everything that took place would be reported back in detail to Mathis. The fact of the matter remained, I had nothing to hide. I was there for one reason and that was to get Jude Emerson to leave myself and my husband alone. For good.

“I don’t know, Jenny. All these years. I just...” His fingers ran through his blond locks and I couldn’t help but see how conflicted he looked. Hurt almost. I wanted to pity him, but I couldn’t. “I thought that would’ve been me one day. You know. Me and you, a shitty Vegas wedding. I know I never acted like I wanted more, but I kept coming back to you as a client because it was the only way to have you. All those other women over the years never compared to you. Especially Lily. Seeing you with her that night made me realize how much it was you I wanted.”

I wanted to run because I knew this wasn’t going the way I thought it would. I expected a fight with him, but all I saw was a broken little boy. Hurt because the favorite toy he liked playing with was broken. Unavailable. No longer his. The big kid on the playground stole it.

“I’m sorry, Jude. I am genuinely sorry, but you can’t act like this. You can’t threaten my husband or me. You are lucky I chose to come to you. Had Mathis come, this would have been much more painful. But, Jude... I won’t come again. This is over. If you make good on any of the promises you made to Mathis, I will release these pictures. This file will go to every last business associate of yours, and your fathers. Don’t mistake my pity for weakness, Jude. I give one chance. That is all.” As I turned to walk back toward the elevator, I stop. “And Jude?”

He nodded in my direction as his shoulders slumped and his hands dug deep into his pockets.

“I’m not out of the business. I got new girls. I could set you up with my newest. I think she would be just your style.”

Like that, Yan and I made our exit and, I could see the wheels turning in Jude’s head as the steel elevator doors closed.

“Good Job, Sis.”

The first words Yan ever spoke to me. Sis?

FAMILY BONDING

(Mathis)

“Where’s your beautiful wife?” Yan asked me as we headed to my dining room table.

I cracked open two beers and handed him one of the brown ice cold bottles. “With her friend, Nora.”

“Is this Nora single?”

I smiled and sat across from him. “Not at the moment.” I didn’t know what her relationship was or if you could even call it a relationship, when it came to her and Dean. I did know though that whatever it was, it was solid. For the moment anyways.

“Hmm…too bad. She’s a hot little thing,” Yan said as he took a swig of his beer.

I did the same and placed the bottle in front of me. It was weird sitting there, at my table, talking, when we hadn’t seen each other in over fifteen years. The past couple of days we had bonded over helping Jenny with Jude but other than that, we never really talked about what our true issue was. “Why are we here?”

Yan’s gray gaze met mine and he sighed before drinking the rest of his beer. “I…I’m an asshole and fucked up when we were kids.”

I scoffed. “Well, our dad didn’t make it easy for either of us.”

“This is true but…” he huffed. “This is going to make me sound like a fucking pussy but I’ve missed you.”

I choked. If I was drinking something, it surely would have been spit out all across the table. “Excuse me?”

Yan rolled his eyes. “Don’t act so surprised, jackass.”

“Well I am. You’ve always hated me. Ever since we were kids.”

“I didn’t hate you. I hated our father for always comparing us. I joined the fucking military because of that dick head. I still have nightmares over the shit I’ve seen,” he explained, his voice going gruff.

I had no idea. No idea at all. The revelation hit me, punching full force into my face as I stared across the table at my brother. A man who I hadn’t seen or had a proper conversation with in as long as I could remember. Until now.

“I’m sorry. I am. For everything. I shouldn’t have blamed you.”

“Why now? Why after all of this time? You should have come to me sooner.” I didn’t want to second guess his motives but, I learned way too quickly that most people would do anything to get what they wanted.

“You have every right to be suspicious.”

“You’re damn right I do. Are you working with Antonio to try and sabotage me? Cause if you are, this shit just got real.” I didn’t want to believe it. I was done with the drama and so over people trying to destroy my life.

Yan shook his head and shoved a hand through his black hair. “No. Antonio isn’t either. He was just fucking with you.”

“Did you know that it was me he was meeting with for the business lunch that day?”

“Yes, I knew but when I saw the love you had for Jenny, I realized right away that I couldn’t go through with the plans to take your business from you,” he said in one breath.

“Why?”

Yan smiled. “I like your wife. She’s good for you. She keeps you in line. Now I know more than ever, that I don’t want to ruin you. I need…” I frowned.

“What?”

“I need my brother and my sister in-law. You’re the only family I have left.”

My heart swelled. It would take time. It had been way too many years to bond instantly, but we were brothers. Blood. We couldn’t deny that. “So what are you saying?”

Yan huffed, fidgeting in his seat. “You’re going to make me fucking say it, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Fine. I want back in your life so we can bond like normal brothers and shit,” he grumbled.

I cupped my ear. “I’m sorry. What was that?”

His jaw tensed. “I said, I want to be part of your life again.”

I laughed. “I know. I just wanted to hear you say it again.”

“Asshole,” he mumbled but a twinkle of amusement flashed in his gaze.

I smiled and sat back. So this was what being happy was about. I had a wife, my brother finally was speaking to me again and so far, my businesses were legal and going well.

Everything with Jude had simmered down a notch. It had been a couple of days since Jennifer went to see him. I didn’t know what she had said. Yan had given me the run down on the conversation that took place between her and Jude, and that she handled that shit well. She had him eating out of the palm of her hand by the time she was through.

I was fucking proud of my wife and the way she dealt with her problems. She was my rock. My solid. My center. She was the part that was missing my whole life. I was addicted to her like a junkie to their drugs. She was my drug. My high. And this addiction? I never wanted to kick it.

That night, I sat at my desk, writing up a spread sheet for Jennifer’s clientele when she strolled into my office carrying a handful of shopping bags. I smiled and pulled off my glasses before rubbing my aching eyes. “I bought some things for you, Mathis,” she said, placing the bags on the floor before sitting in my lap. Her fingers rubbed the tension out of my temples, making me sigh.

“Did you now? What kind of things?” I asked, leaning my head back against the seat.

“Lingerie, whips, chains, a strap on.”

I raised my eyes brows. “Lingerie? Don’t you have enough?”

She laughed. “You’re fine with a strap on but worried that I bought too much lingerie?”

I chuckled. “I’m all for trying anything once.”

Jennifer shook her head. “I was trying to be funny.”

“I know, love.” I kissed her arm and clicked a couple of keys on the computer, bringing up a different screen than the spreadsheet that I was working on. My wife started telling me about her day. About the shopping extravaganza she went through with Nora. About Nora and Dean. All kinds of useless shit, but listening to her ramble on was probably the highlight of my day.

“I think she’s in love with him. Of course, she falls in love with every guy she dates, but whatever. I really like Dean and I think he’s good for her.”

I smiled. I could listen to her speak for hours. Her feminine but husky tone washing over my skin like melted chocolate. Her eyes danced around excitedly, telling me about her day when they landed on the screen of my laptop. Her words trailed off, her mouth opening and closing.

I grinned. “What’s wrong, love?”

She pulled the lap top closer, her gaze moving across the screen. “Is this…are we…what…Mathis.”

“What?”

She punched me in the arm. “Are you fucking taking me to Italy for our honeymoon?” I shrugged.

“Maybe. Unless you don’t want to. We can always stay__” Her mouth crashed to mine and she reigned kisses all over my face. “Yes. Oh yes. I want. Please. Oh thank you.”

“Anything for you, Jennifer.” I chuckled.

She worked at my belt buckle, frantically getting it undone. “What are you doing?”

She licked her way between my lips. “Thanking you my dear husband.”

And thank me she did. She used her body to show me exactly how happy and excited she was for our up and coming honeymoon. Having her all to myself for the three weeks I had booked would help our relationship. Help us get to know each other.

Our trip to Italy couldn’t get here fast enough.

IT'S ITALIAN

(Jenny)

The week flew by in a blur of packing, working on setting up my new business, and tying up every loose end I could think of before I handed everything over to Nora and Harper, my new personal assistant. As much as I tried to force Nora into the role, I knew if I left her with any real responsibilities the entire business would crash and burn. Like literally, there would be actual fire.

“I will have my laptop and cell phone. Mathis will have his as well. If anything happens I need to be contacted immediately. No questions.” I lectured both women before I stood from my brand new white desk across the room from my husband’s home office setup. He was over the moon with my new business interest, even if he didn’t want to admit it. Anything I wanted, I got.

The small office space was nothing compared to the moon and stars he tried to throw at me every chance he got.

“I will see you in two weeks anyway,” Nora reminded me. The last week of the trip Dean had convinced Mathis to fly her in so they could spend some quality time together. No matter how many times I asked my dear husband to leave Dean stateside, the answer always remained no.

“I can’t wait. We can go shopping. Italian outlets are supposed to be to die for!” My excitement was for more than just the shopping. Truth be told, I wanted to see all the sites. Every last one. From the museums, to The Colosseum. The Pantheon and of course, Mathis wouldn’t leave Italy until we had one of those romantic gondola rides down the beautiful Venice canals.

Yup, I was becoming spoiled very quickly. But, also remaining humbled to my roots. I could never forget the small Kansas town I hailed from. My parents would never allow that. But, the one place in the world I had always wanted to travel was mere hours away and this bitch was going to take full advantage of it.

I let out a sigh thinking about the possibility of us making a baby on our honeymoon. Wasn’t that what so many couples did? Truth be told, it hadn’t been long since I threw caution and my birth control pills to the wind. But the thought was still front and center in my mind.

“I’ve never in my life gotten sick from flying.” I hung over the stupid toilet in the tiny bathroom of the private jet Mathis had hired for our trip. We were somewhere over the Atlantic, deep in the night sky. I had been fine for most of the flight but once we hit a small patch of turbulence, all bets were off.

“This is so embarrassing,” I mumbled while wiping my face with a cool washcloth and rinsing my mouth. Nothing says sexy to a man like holding your messy hair while you empty your expensive dinner into the shitter. Dammit!

“Oh stop, I can’t even count how many times it has happened to me. I double up my dose of Dramamine every time I fly. Come on and lay down. I will get you some water and a couple pills and you can sleep until we get ready to land.”

What did I do to deserve him taking such good care of me all the time? I should be giving him an epic blow job or riding him in the reverse cowgirl while becoming lifelong members of the mile high club.

Instead, he tended to me like my own personal doctor. Maybe this was just the universe’s way to prepare him for whatever morning sickness I would end up with whenever a baby started growing within me.

Fourteen hours on a plane and I was feeling like a giant bag of assholes. When we finally settled into the ritzy hotel suite Mathis had booked, I made a phone call to the spa and waved goodbye as I walked out of the room for a massage and various spa services that would help me feel human in a couple of hours.

“Nothing fancy tonight, Mathis. Dinner in the room or something so I can get a good night’s sleep. I need to recover from that flight. I didn’t know it was going to turn into hell over the Atlantic.” I chuckled while I exited the room and made my way to the spa. Much needed.

As I entered the lobby and turned the corner, I accidentally ran right into a woman. I am so damn clumsy sometimes.

“Crap! I am so sorry!” My eyes lifted and when they came in contact with her face, a chill ran down my spine.

Her familiar brown eyes are sad and the long brunette locks she once wore were chopped short into a bob. But no matter how many people I had fucked over the years, I would never forget Lily.

Her large chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath.

“Lily?” I asked, as we both continued to stare at each other, shocked at the other’s presence.

“I’m sorry, Jennifer. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” She tried to walk around me, but I put out my arm to stop her. Why was she trying to run from me? This whole thing seemed so damn strange!

“Lily, wait!”

“Jennifer, please. Just let me go. I don’t want to see you. You remind me of him.” Her words were like a slap to the face. I reminded her of Jude?

“What happened?” My words were quiet, I didn’t expect her to answer me. I knew if I was in her position, I wouldn’t.

“He left me to chase you, Jennifer. He has been in love with you for years.” The gorgeous busty brunette turned and her heels clicked off as she ran for the front door of the hotel.

Love? No way. Infatuation maybe. But there was no way that Jude ever loved me. Not the way Mathis does.

Shit. Now my nice relaxing time in the spa was ruined. There was no way I could lay back and be pampered while my mind was drifting back to the blond man I once thought owned my heart.

Fuck Jude and fuck Lily for just throwing that garbage into my head!

ITALY, THE CITY OF LOVE

(Mathis)

Only having lost a day of our honeymoon, Jennifer was ready and raring to go. I laughed as I watched her fly around the hotel room, impatiently waiting for me. My goal was to teach her that anticipation was key but it hadn’t worked yet. All in due time. Never mind, who was I fooling? She was a lost cause.

“Mathis, please. Will you hurry up?”

I did up the buttons on my white linen shirt, leaving the first four undone. “A little impatient are we, love?”

She huffed, smoothing down her red summer dress and placed her hands on her hips. “No. I’m just excited.”

I walked up to her and placed a hard kiss on her mouth. “I can tell.”

She shook her head and cupped a hand over my pants before squeezing my cock. “The sooner we take this Gondola ride, the sooner we can get home and…” she licked her lips. “Well, use your imagination.”

I already was. I smirked and grabbed her hand, kissing her knuckles. Heading out of the hotel and into the street, I had made sure originally, when I booked the trip that we were right by the canal.

I was probably as excited, if not more, to show off my beautiful wife the middle of the city. I had never had the pleasure of taking a Gondola ride, but I was more than happy to experience it with her. There were so many things I wanted to experience with her, and only her. Simple things that had never crossed my mind before her.

I stepped into the gondola and held onto Jennifer’s hand, helping her get in. We sat at the back of the small boat, and she snuggled against me. The gondolier gave us a wool blanket and I wrapped it tightly around us.

It was early evening, the air was cool and the sunset was simply stunning. Red, yellows, and oranges caressed the sky as the sun set in the far off distance.

Jennifer snuggled tighter into my side and I sighed, inhaling the sweet scent of her. She smelled like me and lavender. My favorite.

I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and grazed my lips along her ear. “I enjoy the smell of me on you, love.”

Her breath caught and before she could say anything I inched my hand under the blanket up her inner thigh. “Mathis,” she said, grabbing my hand.

“Shhh…I’m going to give you a taste of what’s to come later. Just relax. Enjoy. But keep quiet. Your sounds of pleasure are for my ears only,” I whispered in her ear.

She released her hold on me.

“That’s my girl.” My hand grazed up under her dress to her bare mound. “Hmm…no panties, Jennifer.”

She smiled and licked her lips, spreading her legs. I brushed my other hand down the side of her cheek. “You wet for me?”

A moan escaped her lips as I pushed a finger through her folds before delving deep inside of her pussy. Her slick juices coated my hand as I thrust a second finger in her. Her hips moved slowly with the movements of my hand.

My palm rubbed over her engorged clit, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy, I knew her hot little body craved.

Her small hand landed on my thigh, digging her fingers into my leg. “Mathis,” she breathed.

I watched the pleasure spread over her face as my fingers picked up speed, thrusting in and out of her at a pace I knew that drove her insane. “Come for me, love.”

Her body shook, small breaths leaving her lips as she came hard.

I turned her head and kissed her slowly, swallowing the rest of her cries.

“Wow,” she said when I released her.

Her nostrils flared when I licked the juices of her delicious body off of my fingers. I swallowed, my cock lengthening as the sweet taste filled my taste buds.

She took a breath. “I don’t think I’ll ever look at a Gondola ride the same again.”

Jennifer rose from my lap as our own personal waiter entered onto the terrace. I frowned, my body stirring as I watched her sashay her hips before sitting across from me.

She caught me staring and giggled. “See something you like, my dear husband?”

I smirked and sipped at my wine while the waiter placed silver dishes with food between us. The intoxicating scent of spices and tomato sauce filled my nostrils. My mouth watered. God, I missed this. Real Italian food. Jennifer’s eyes widened as the waiter lifted the lids off of our dinner.

“Enjoy.”

We both smiled up at the waiter and watched him leave. “Dig in, love,” I said and picked up a piece of garlic bread.

She chewed her bottom lip, her gaze raking over the spread laid out before her.

“Having trouble deciding what to eat?” Her cheeks reddened. “I want to eat it all.”

I chuckled. “If you want to eat it all, then go ahead.”

She huffed and reached for a piece of bread but drew her hand back.

I frowned and rose to my feet before sitting beside her. “Here. Let me feed you.”

Her gaze met mine. “What? Why? I can feed myself.”

“I know, love.” I kissed her mouth. “It would do be great honor to please that hunger of yours.”

Her eyes darkened and she nodded. “Okay,” she said softly.

I dipped a piece of garlic bread in the heated butter that came along with it, and brought it up to her mouth. “Open.”

She did as I said and took a bite, savoring the spices of the soft dough.

A drop of melted butter ran down her chin and before she could wipe it away, I leaned in and licked up the buttery liquid. I groaned.

Her nostrils flared. “How about we skip dinner?”

I laughed and grabbed the glass of wine, bringing it up to her lips.

She shook her head, stopping me. “I don’t like wine.”

I grinned. “Trust me. You’ll like this one.”

Jennifer’s beautiful ocean blue gaze searched mine before she nodded, taking a sip of the wine that I had offered her.

I quickly grabbed the back of her neck and licked my way between her lips, swallowing the sweet red liquid that had flowed into my mouth.

She moaned, deepening the kiss. Our tongues danced, dueled for ownership as the wine crashed into my senses. I trailed kisses down her jaw, sucking and licking her skin, lapping up the wine that had escaped her mouth.

“Mathis,” she breathed.

“Yes?” I asked, my now very hard erection straining against my pants. “More.”

That one word called to me. Although it was such a small word, it meant so much. Spoke thousands more as we made out under the starlit sky.

Her hands grabbed at my shirt, pulling me against her.

“Please.”

“Not yet. Slow, love.”

Jennifer pouted.

“You need to eat.”

She opened her mouth to protest when a loud rumble erupted from her stomach. She laughed, her cheeks going red.

I chuckled and sat back, watching her eat the meal laid out before her. “Aren’t you going to eat some?” she asked between mouthfuls.

“Oh I’ll eat.” I winked, but it wouldn’t be food I would be devouring. Right now though, I was enjoying watching my wife savor the pasta. Small sounds of pleasure escaped her lips.

I loved a woman that could eat and that enjoyed food. I wasn’t into these tooth pick thin women who ate only salad. Who can fucking survive off of rabbit food? Jennifer loved food from what I could tell. Her moment of hesitation when the food was first brought out was soon forgotten.

She looked back at me and smiled. “Thank you for this.”

“For what?” I asked, rubbing a hand in circles over her back.

“For everything. For you. For us. For this.” She motioned around her.

“Get used to it, Jennifer. I like to travel, and in my line of work you can always come with me. Expect more trips like this in the future.”

“What about when we have kids?”

“Even if we are blessed with children, they will be raised as travelers. I refuse to leave them home with a nanny.”

She nodded. “Good. I don’t want some other fucking person raising our kids.” She winked. “I want to corrupt them ourselves.”

I laughed. “I’ll drink to that.”

“But seriously, thank you.”

“Anything for you,” I said, pinching her chin and turning her head to meet mine. I placed a soft peck on her lips, her nose and then her forehead before cupping the back of her neck. “You’re my forever. I’ll do anything for you.”

She looked away but not before I caught her wiping under her eye. Was she crying? If she was, it was due to happiness by the hint of a small smile splayed on her lips.

“I love you.”

She reached for my hand. “I love you.”

IN THE PUBLIC EYE

(Jenny)

Everything about our dinner had been wonderful. The food was delicious, unlike anything I had ever tried before. Clearly, real Italian food in Italy was far better than that Olive Garden bullshit in the states. Not only would I never enjoy their fake Alfredo again, but I was pretty sure if anyone tried to drag me there, I would burn the place to the ground. Okay, so I am dramatic. I own that!

My biggest shock came in the form of Mathis this evening. Not only had our conversation flowed so naturally when the subject turned to children, but the intimate act of him feeding me almost had me stripping my clothes off and begging him to bend me over the table right then and there. I was grateful at his restraint, because I was hungry as hell. For dinner and for him.

“You look like you are in outer space, love.” His words snapped me out of my daydreaming. My mind lusting after him. Why think about it when he was really here with me. Ready and willing by all appearances. His hard dick was still clear as day pressed against the tight black designer pants I had found on one of my shopping trips earlier in the week.

“I was just thinking about tonight, that’s all.” I couldn’t help but smile. Everything about him made me happy. He may drive me fucking bonkers sometimes, but I was sure I did the same to him. As insane as it sounded, I couldn’t imagine my life without him. It would just be empty. I mean, I was content with my life but I never knew what I was missing until now.

“What about the night, Jenny?” He wasn’t going to let it go. Always pestering me. I wanted to throttle him and kiss him all at once. See! I am just bi-polar and bat shit crazy. Don’t mind me!

“I really love how naturally this all comes to us. I didn’t think about it much until we started talking about having kids. Starting a family. It makes me smile knowing we are on the same page so much. Now I am rambling and I am going to shut up.” I laughed and he joins me but not before he pulls me out of my chair and into his lap.

The hotel balcony is open, and spacious. We can view the beautiful lights surrounding the Venice canal. All the small homes and buildings lining the water lit up like small lightening bugs in the distance.

“Jenny. When you told me you wanted a baby...” he paused, but only to steal a quick kiss before continuing his thought, “it was the best day of my life.”

“I don’t know what was holding me back. I mean, I am scared. But with you by my side, I don’t really have a lot to be scared of. I am not that young anymore. It is part of life. But I am just warning you, Mathis. If I get as big as a house, you better keep your dick in your pants because I swear, with God as my witness, I will chop your dick off, and throw it from the penthouse balcony. Don’t try me.”

His laughter boomed through the air and his hands push under my ass to protect his poor manhood from my threat.

“Jenny, you could never be ugly to me. Just never shut me out.” His lips met mine. The kiss began as a sweet and sensual confession of our love for one another. But when I moved my legs to straddle his lap and all bets were off. The pent up sexual frustration of the day was too much. My mouth became hungry for possession. I pushed my limits as I started to unbutton his shirt. My fingers couldn’t work fast enough, and I grabbed both ends and pull. Buttons flew all over the balcony and I could feel his laugh vibrate through my mouth.

“Shit, Jenny,” he growled as my hands reached down to work his belt.

Before I made it to the button of his pants, he was lifting me from his lap. His strong hands grabbed for the hem of my dress and it pulled over my head before I realized what he was doing.

“Mmmmm,” was all I could manage. I was completely naked on the balcony of our hotel room. Scratch that, I still had my sky high, black polka dot pumps on.

“God, Jenny. Fuck, you are gorgeous.” His hand grabbed at my waist and the other pulled the tablecloth, dishes shatter in every direction. Glass broke and the pans clatter. If anyone was listening in the surrounding rooms, I was sure someone would be calling security.

His pants dropped around his ankles and he bended me over the small bistro table.

“Hold on to the edge of the table, love.”

I wrapped my fingers firmly around the edge of the bare table and his hard dick slammed right into my wet pussy. I was more than ready for him.

“Oh God!” I cried out and his hand gripped my hip tighter. The other hand slapped down coming in contact with my pale white ass. God, this man loved spanking me. Branding me. I shouldn’t be excited by it, but I was. The pain gives me so much damn pleasure.

“Fuck, Mathis.” I couldn’t keep my words to myself. He felt so good seated so deep inside me.

His pumps became more frantic as his hand grabbed onto my breast, rolling and pinching my puckered nipple as he completely pulled out and pushes back in. Deep.

“God, you are so fucking tight,” he growled. “I love this hot cunt so much, Jenny. It is like your beautiful pussy was created for me. Only me. Tell me, Jenny. Tell me it is mine.”

I loved it when he talked dirty. It brought me to another level entirely. “My tight cunt is only yours, Mathis. Only yours, baby.”

My body was coiled so tight, I knew my orgasm was so fucking close. I let go of the table and ran my finger along my swollen clit, and that was all I needed. My body exploded in waves of pleasure as I moaned out his name into the night sky.

“Mathis, God! Oh my God, Mathis!”

“Mmmm say my name, I love it when you say my name when you come, Jenny.” His thrusts picked up and before I knew it, he was grunting his own pleasure into my ear. His own orgasm flooded into my cunt, and I could feel every drop empty deep into me.

“Jenny,” he whispered into my ear as his arms wrapped tightly around my body.

“Hmmm,” I replied as my body melted against his warm chest.

“I pray we just made that baby we were talking about earlier.” His lips pressed to my temple, and I couldn’t help but hope the same.

The next morning we slept in. After staying up most of the night making love, I needed it.

Around noon, Mathis woke me up with a gentle shake. Looking at the clock, I couldn’t believe I slept so damn late.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” I stretched out and kicked my feet off the side of the bed. I felt completely refreshed. The most well rested since we took on the whole tourist thing.

“You looked so peaceful, you needed it.” His mouth met mine for a chaste kiss. “Why don’t you get ready, I have someplace I want to take you.” He was giddy like a child. Absolutely adorable when he got like this. So excited about something, even if he was keeping a secret.

In no time flat, we were strolling out of the hotel, hand-in-hand, and down the busy cobblestone street. We talked about nothing as we made our way through the crowds and then we finally turned a corner.

My eyes went wide when I saw one of the most beautiful churches imaginable. I gasped and Mathis’ grip on my hand tightened.

“Mathis...”

“Isn’t it beautiful?” he asked me while pulling me toward the crowds. “This is St. Mark’s Basilica. Today, we pray.”

My parents would be in complete shock if they could see this, see us. See my husband bringing me to one of the oldest churches in the world so we could pray together. While I may not be the most religious nut out there, he knew how important it was to me growing up. My parents made that clear when they were in our hair.

“What do we pray for today, Mathis? Health, happiness, a long love for the ages?”

He smiled and pressed a kiss to my hand. “All of the above. A family, happiness, a life where we annoy each other for eternity.”

We both laughed, and he pulled me close.

“I love you,” he whispered into my ear and we made our way through the masses and into the ancient church.

As we knelt to pray, Mathis’ phone started ringing. Talk about embarrassing. He silenced the phone in his pocket, held my hand and we continued our silent prayers.

“Nora, slow down. What happened?”

Nora was frantic on the other end of the phone. Something about Lori being injured by a client. Screaming about how I needed to come back to Vegas immediately. My worst fears were coming to life, all while I was half a world away.

“Lori was with a client. He was apparently drunk, and crashed the car.” She choked back a sob and tried to continue through her tears. “Jenny, it’s bad. It’s so bad. Did you know she had a baby? He is alone. There is no one to take care of him. God, Jenny! Please come back!”

“A baby?” That was the only thing that stood out to me out of the entire conversation. Not the fact that my number one girl was in the hospital. Not the fact that she never thought it was necessary to actually tell me she was a mother. God, it wasn’t like I asked, but what the fuck?

“Nora, we will be back as soon as we can. Please, get that little boy and bring him to our penthouse. Take care of him and when I get there, I will sort this all out.” I let out a sigh, and I felt like I am the one completely to blame. One of my clients did this to her. She put her trust in me and my client and this is what happened.

“Nora, who was the client?” I had to know.

She was silent for a long time. Just as I was about to speak again, I could hear her voice break through a small sob.

“Jenny, it was Jude.”

And my world crumbled into a million pieces as my legs gave out in the middle of a crowded square. The only thing I could feel was my husband catching me.

SOME PEOPLE'S NERVE

(Mathis)

I never thought seeing my wife break before my eyes would be one of the hardest things I ever had to see but, it was. It was downright fucking painful. I may have grown up with a cold hearted dick for a father, but that hatred luckily never seeped into me. I wouldn’t let it.

My arms wrapped around Jennifer as the cell phone dropped out of her hand and shattered on the cobblestone street. “Love, what’s wrong?” I knew there was an accident from what I could gather from her conversation. Was it bad?

“Jude…” She shook her head. “I can’t fucking believe that asshole.” Her breaths came out in small gasps, her tiny body shaking against me.

I grabbed her chin and tilted her head. “Breathe, baby.”

Tears rolled down her cheeks. “We have to go home.”

I nodded and placed a kiss on her mouth. “Of course. Want to tell me what happened?”

She huffed and angrily wiped the tears away. “Lori was in an accident because…” She let out an aggravated sigh. “Jude was drinking. He was fucking drinking, Mathis. She has a baby boy! Oh God.” Sobs wracked her shoulders. “It’s my fault. All my fucking fault.”

My stomach clenched. “Hey.” I cupped her cheeks. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know that he would stoop low enough to drink and drive. Listen to me, Jennifer. It’s not your fault,” I said, my voice firm.

Jennifer chewed her bottom lip. “Okay. I’m so sorry to cut our trip short.”

“Don’t be. We can always come back anytime you want to.”

“Thank you,” she whispered.

What the hell was Jude thinking when he got in the car with Lori? Was he trying to kill himself and her? Fine if he was hell bent on hurting himself, but did he not care who he took down with him? Was he that fucking desperate to get Jennifer’s attention?

All of these questions rang through my mind as we sat in the cold sterile waiting area of the Emergency Room, patiently waiting for the doctor to tell us what the hell was going on. Jennifer was frantically talking to Nora in the corner, as they held each other’s hands. No doubt pulling strength from one and other. They both desperately needed it.

Nora’s usually perfectly styled blonde hair was wild and unkempt like she had been awake all night. I had no doubt that no one had slept. I know for a fact, Jennifer didn’t.

“I’m so sorry.”

My back stiffened at Nora’s quiet words.

“I told Jude to drive Lori home. He only had a couple of drinks. I thought he was fine, but he must have had more than I thought. Oh God, Jenny. It’s my fault,” the woman sobbed.

Jennifer shook her head and wrapped her arms around her best friend, whispering in her ear.

“Hey boss.”

I looked up and nodded as Dean sat beside me. My bodyguard, my best friend, was sporting blue jeans and a black leather jacket. The guy was dressed casual and it threw me for a second.

“Problem?”

I shook my head. “No. Just not used to seeing you out of a suit.”

Dean chuckled and scrubbed a hand down his face. “It’s been a long night.”

“I bet,” I said and clapped a hand on the guy’s shoulder.

“It’s a fucking mess, Mathis.”

My heart raced at the gruffness of his voice. Was Lori going to make it? Was Jude? God, it would destroy Jennifer if she lost either of them. I had to get over the fact that Jude was a big part of her life. As much as I hated the guy, I was man enough to know and respect that. It has just taken me time to get here.

“Are you family?”

We all turned to a large man standing at the entrance to the waiting room. Bags lined under his eyes and he pulled at the collar around his throat. He looked tired and miserable. The only way I knew he was a doctor was by the white lab coat he was wearing.

Nora rose to her feet. “Yes.”

The doctor frowned but nodded once. “They’re both stable and resting.”

A unison sigh erupted around the room.

“They’re fine?” Nora asked, bringing a shaky hand up to her mouth. Jennifer came up behind her and placed her hand on the woman’s shoulders.

The doctor nodded. “Yes. Mr. Emerson had the most injuries but they’re both resting. You can see them once they regain consciousness ...”

“Oh thank you, Doctor” the women said at the same time.

Served Jude fucking right. I hated to say it or even think it, but it looked good on him. With all the shit I did in my life, drinking and driving was not one of them.

Jennifer sat down beside me and grabbed onto my arm, pulling it onto her lap. She took a shaky breath. “I can’t believe Jude did this.”

I bit back a scoff. At first, I couldn’t either but if he was that desperate, it didn’t really surprise me. I can’t even begin to think what kind of shit I would pull if Jennifer walked away from me, so in a way I couldn’t blame the guy, even if it bothered me.

“I’m gonna fucking rip him a new one,” she mumbled.

Dean and I chuckled.

“Oh we know, love,” I said, kissing her hair.

I watched as Nora sat on the other side of the room and stifled a sob. I frowned and elbowed Dean. Could he really be that oblivious to her pain?

He grunted.

“Trouble in paradise?” I whispered.

He sighed. “Not talking about it.”

Hmm...interesting.

“Nora,” Dean barked.

She looked our way and glared at him.

“Come here,” he demanded.

She huffed and sat beside him.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, whispering in her ear.

I didn’t know what had happened but I hoped for the best they could work it out or forget their issue for the time being. The girls needed us. And when Jude woke up, he better pray he had a good explanation for the shit he pulled.

THIS IS MOTHERHOOD?

(Jenny)

I sat at Lori’s bedside for hours. Doctors and nurses came in and out, running tests and checking on her condition, but I couldn’t move. I wouldn’t move until she woke up and knew I was there for her, no matter what. The elephant in the room remained, the poor baby boy which Nora was taking care of in my penthouse right this minute. I wanted to rush home and tend to him myself, but I had too much to do first.

The door opened and Dean stood in the doorway with a pissed off look on his face.

“Jude is awake. I’ll sit with Lori.” Before I could form a single thought, I jumped from the shitty wooden chair and stalked in the direction of his ICU room. The click of my heels echoed through the hallway, until I found myself outside of his door. The heavy wooden door was cracked open and I could hear the medical staff asking him a series of questions.

As much as I didn’t want to calm down, I had to. If I didn’t pull my shit together, I was going to be removed from the hospital in handcuffs. Although, that could totally make for an awesome story someday. Jude wasn’t worth it.

I slowly slid through the door and made my way to his bedside. He didn’t notice me at first, but I noticed how horrible he looked.

His blue eyes were nearly swollen shut and there were cuts all over his face. A large bandage covered his forehead and one of his arms. His voice was weak, quiet, when he answered all of the questions thrown at him.

As the staff slowly moved out of the room, his gaze fell on me.

“Don’t, Jude. Just don’t.”

A tear rolled down his battered cheek.

It took everything in me not to wipe it with my finger. The feelings I once had for Jude were there, but they are no longer love. Everything I felt for him was deeply rooted in pity.

“You could have killed Lori.” I was short and to the point.

“I know, I was stupid and there is no excuse for my actions. I am sorry. I would like to see her, Jenny.” He wanted to see her? Why? So he could see exactly how bad he fucked up?

“I don’t think that is a good idea right now. She hasn’t woken yet, and you aren’t getting out of this bed anytime soon. Take care of yourself, Jude.”

I stood to walk out of the room when a strangled cry stopped me.

“I care about her, Jenny. I really do. You broke me and I know it sounds stupid because we never had anything, but losing you fucked me up. She is it for me. Don’t take her away.”

It took me a minute to understand what he was trying to tell me.

“Jude, if you lose her... it is your own fault.”

I had to walk away before I lashed out on him.

I only hoped his motives were pure, and he knew what he was getting into with Lori. Because if he ever hurt her again, I wouldn’t let him walk away again.

“Thank GOD you are here!” Nora ran for me in the foyer of our penthouse carrying a small giggling baby. “It threw up on me, twice! I am covered in baby vomit. I have to go. I have to shower. God! I’m gonna do it too!” Her gags echoed through the room as she shoved the small boy into my arms.

“Hey there, little guy.” I took him from her and cradled him on my hip. “Did you pick up any accessories for him?”

Mathis walked into the room, catching our conversation. “Did you just call baby stuff accessories?” He laughed.

“Yeah, you know what I am talking about right? Like bottles and those little baby seat things. Swings, all the shit babies need so they don’t scream for hours on end?” Right? Isn’t that what babies need? Damn. I was so new to all this shit. What the fuck would I do with a baby if Mathis did end up getting me pregnant?

Hookers and dildos? I am a fucking pro! Babies and bouncers? Not so much.

Shit. What the hell was I in for?

“All of his stuff is in the kitchen. The only thing I couldn’t pack up and take with me was the crib, clearly too fuckin’ big, Jenny.” Nora laughed as she strolled out the door. “I’ll be back in the morning. Good luck my friend, may the force be with you!”

The door slammed and the baby started crying. Shit! How do I calm him? I tried to bounce him on my hip, but his screams got louder. O-M-G! Help! Where is that Super Nanny bitch?

I could feel my nerves getting the best of me when Mathis pulled the little boy from my grip and startled to cradle him in his arms.

His smooth voice sent a chill through my body as he effortlessly calmed the little boy. “It’s okay, buddy. I’m sure you are scared, being here with all these strangers. Momma will be home soon, I promise.”

Holy hell. Mathis got even sexier, if that was even possible.

“You know, love. Babies can sense stress. You freaked out, so he freaked out.” He laughed and started walking through the house, heading for all the baby goodies in the kitchen.

“How do you know all this baby stuff?” I was completely puzzled by his baby knowledge and scared at the same time. “Please don’t tell me there are any illegitimate mini Mathis’ running around.” I took a deep breath and sent up a silent prayer.

“Really, Jenny? No, I don’t have any kids. I just have friends who do have kids. Uncle Mathis here!” He laughed as he pulled out a can of formula and started to prepare a bottle, one handed.

“God that shit smells!” I gagged as I breathed in the smell of the formula.

“Yeah, I’m not fond of it myself. Looks like you’ll be breastfeeding.” He winked at me.

I look down at my tits, palming them with my hands.

“This whole baby plan is slowly starting to go out the window.”

“Jenny, don’t be silly.”

Mathis interrupted my thoughts. God, was I really ready for all of this? Maybe while we had Lori’s baby here we should invest in a box of condoms.

“Mathis, I am serious. I don’t know if I am ready for all of this.” I waved around the kitchen taking in all the boy’s stuff.

“Relax, Jenny. When we have our own we will have plenty of time to prepare and get ready. This...” he looked around the room, before his heated gaze settled back on me, “is all last minute and we just need to do our best for Lori right now.”

I walked around the kitchen island and wrapped my arms around him as he continued to cradle the little boy to his chest.

“Thank you, Mathis.”

THREE MEN AND A BABY

(Mathis)

Why did I agree to go see Jude in the hospital? Oh yeah. Cause the guy fucking called me, guilting me into feeling sorry for him.

Yes, I guess you could say that I was still jealous and very possessive over my wife. Wouldn’t you be? After the shit he pulled, I had every right to be claiming every second of Jennifer’s time.

She still hadn’t talked to him since she visited with him the first time. She only went to see Lori and that was it. I attempted to talk to her about Jude. Make her see reason. What can I say? I was going to fucking win husband of the year after this shit. Because who really campaigns for their wife to go see an ex-fuck buddy? The thought made me cringe, but they needed to talk so we could all move on to whatever our new normal would be.

I remembered the look of concern in her blue gaze. Concern for Jude? For me? Was she worried that old feelings would resurface? Please. That would be over my fucking dead body.

I knocked on the door to Jude’s hospital room and waited.

A soft “come in” greeted me from the other side.

Opening the door, I stepped into the large private white room. Jude’s bruises were fading and he was now sitting up in bed. Definitely looked much better than how I imagined. “How are you feeling?” I asked, pulling up a chair beside the bed.

He nodded at the nurse and she smiled before leaving us alone.

Jude shifted in the bed. “Cut the small talk.”

I frowned. “Jude.”

He scrubbed a hand down his face and sighed. “I fucked up. I was desperate to get Jenny’s attention and I went about it the wrong way.” Well at least he was being honest with me. I wondered why he had told Jenny his sights were set on Lori though.

I nodded, already knowing what he was telling me.

“I just...fuck.” He huffed. “How will I fix this?”

“Time.”

Jude’s gaze met mine. “You think?”

I smiled. As much as I didn’t like the guy, I kind of felt sorry for him. “Jude, in my experience, time is the only thing that heals. Give Jenny time.”

“What about Lori? I almost fucking killed her. God, she has a baby! A baby I had no damn idea about!”

My stomach twisted. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to help him deal with the battle going on deep inside him.

I rose to my feet and placed a hand on his shoulder before giving a light but firm squeeze. “I can’t say that Lori will ever forgive this or move on, all you can do is be patient. Don’t push her. Women do not like being fucking forced into something.”

He let out a heavy sigh. “Thank—”

“Stop. I don’t like you but you’re my wife’s friend so for her, I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt.”

“She doesn’t know you’re here, does she?” he asked.

“Not yet.” And with that, I left. My heart felt bigger, fuller even. And I made that my new life mission. To stop being the asshole I once was and to be the better man my wife turned me into.

A couple of days later, I gave Jennifer the much needed break from baby boy, Alexander. Lori’s son was the spitting image of her with the dark brown hair to the warm complexion. His bright blue eyes looked up at me as I sat at the table in my club.

I hadn’t even been in my own club, Club Maroon, since meeting Jennifer. I couldn’t very well blame her, but she was the main reason for my distraction.

I smiled and cooed at the baby.

Lori had finally woken but wasn’t up much for visitors except for Jennifer and Nora. And Jude? He was fucking out of the question. That shit would not be happening anytime soon. I felt bad for her, from what Jenny told me, she had been through a lot in the past couple years. I couldn’t imagine holding it together the way she had.

“Please tell me that’s not yours.”

I chuckled as Yan approached the table with Antonio following beside him. They sat across from me and frowned at the bundle I was holding. Apparently, a business man holding a squirming six month old was not normal. Whatever. They could all kiss my ass.

“What’s with the baby?” Antonio asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Jennifer and I are babysitting him for a couple of days,” I explained without giving too much away. They didn’t need to know Lori’s personal issues or did they know—

“We heard about Jude.” Yan grunted his disapproval.

Yup. They knew already. Shit. “Yes, Jude is in the hospital.”

Yan smirked. “That’s not what we were referring to.”

“I know.”

Antonio rolled his eyes and reached out a hand to stroke Alexander’s cheek. Alexander latched onto his finger, wrapping his small fingers around Antonio’s big one.

Antonio smiled.

“You have kids?” I asked, watching the interaction between them.

Antonio met my gaze, a smug smile forming on his face. “No, but my sister does and a woman loves a man who is good with kids. Definitely a way to her pussy.”

I covered Alexander’s ears. “Language.” That’s right folks. I, Mathis Verlinden, was growing a vagina.

“What?” Antonio feigned shock. “You don’t want this little man having his first word be pussy? How fucking epic would that shit be?”

Really? “If we bring this boy back to his mom and the P word pops out of his mouth, my wife will fuck..er…fudging kill me.”

Yan laughed. “I think he’s too young yet, brother.”

Was he? He was six months or so. When did babies say their first word? Yes, I knew enough to take care of them but I didn’t actually know as much as I let on. That’s it. Jennifer was going to kill me.

Alexander giggled and cooed in my lap, slamming the spoon against the table. On lookers noticed but fuck ‘em, it was my club. Let ‘em complain.

“So I assume, no business talk today?” Yan asked, leaning back in the chair.

“Why have business talk when we can have baby talk?” Antonio crooned, pulling Alexander from my arms.

“Really? And you actually get women like that?” I teased.

“Every time, lover boy,” Antonio shot back.

I laughed and shook my head.

“Seriously though. Listen my man, I was an ass—”

I shot him a look.

“Um…butt…hole the last time we met, and I wanted to say that I’m sorry,” Antonio said, bouncing the boy on his knee.

A couple women walked by and giggled as they saw Antonio interacting with the little boy.

“See? What did I say?” He laughed as they walked away.

I shook my head and grabbed Alexander back from him.

“Now, I know you don’t want to discuss business but...” Yan looked at Antonio.

Oh shit. I know that look. The look of shit is about to hit the fucking fan. “Tell me.”

Yan nodded.

Antonio took a breath. “Cliff Morello is back in town and needs—”

“I’ll take it from here boys.”

My heart jumped at the deep smooth voice that boomed into my ear. I turned to meet Cliff’s dark amber stare.

His eyes were so bright, he had women throwing themselves at his feet just to get him to look their way. But, he didn’t often take them up on those offers. He was a loner, didn’t need their company or the company of anyone for that matter. It was scary, but he worked perfectly for the arrangement we had.

Cliff smirked. “Been awhile.”

I rose to my feet while Alexander was grabbed from my arms. “It has.” I still couldn’t fucking believe that he was standing in front of me.

“Yours?” he asked, indicating Alexander.

“No. Babysitting.”

Cliff motioned to one of the empty booths near us. “Can we talk?”

I looked at my brother, Antonio, and then at Alexander.

“We got this, brother,” Yan offered.

I took a breath and headed to the booth, making sure I could still see Lori’s son. Call me protective but with the shit she’s been going through, if anything happened to her son, I would never forgive myself. Hell, Jenny would never forgive me.

“It’s good to see you, Mathis.”

“Why are you here?” I asked, keeping my voice calm and even when really I was rattled to the bone inside.

Cliff smiled and rubbed his chin.

It had been a year since I seen the guy. Why was he here now? It couldn’t be good, that was for sure. It never really was.

“I have a job—”

“No,” I said, my voice firm.

Cliff raised an eyebrow? “You don’t want to hear what the job is?”

I shook my head. “I’m out.”

Cliff scoffed. “Mathis Verlinden doesn’t get out. Ever. You fucking own this shit.”

“No, I don’t,” I bit out through clenched teeth.

“Mathis, you started this business...”

“Yes and now...” A thought came to me. Why the hell didn’t I think of it before? “It’s yours.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

I leaned back and crossed my arms under my chest. “Why haven’t you contacted me for a year?”

Cliff huffed and ran a hand through his short brown hair. His piercing eyes looking away. “I got caught up in shit. Couldn’t bring anyone else in without causing backlash for them, and for us. It was protection.”

I shook my head. “I respect that, but there is no us anymore. We were one, working as a team and you fucked off and left me to clean up your shit. The FBI has been all over my ass but luckily the clubs have deterred them...for now.”

“I didn’t know things would go down like that. I’m sorry,” he whispered.

I searched his face. “Look at me.”

Cliff met my gaze, his jaw clenching.

“Did you fuck me over?”

“No,” he said, keeping his eyes on me.

“Did you use this business for your own personal gain because, so help me, Cliff, I don’t care if I loved you like a brother, I will make it so you disappear.”

The corners of his lips tugged up into a slow grin. “I missed you, partner.”

I rolled my eyes. “Sorry. I’m only into pussy.”

A deep booming laugh escaped his lips and like that, the cold ice of what I thought was betrayal between us, cracked. Slowly, mind you, but it was a start.

“So you’re really out of the business?”

“Yup. I don’t need it anymore.”

He nodded in understanding.

“And Cliff? Whatever problems you have, use your own people. Leave Dean out of this.”

“Understood.”

“Good. Cause now that you’re back, I’d really hate to have to kill you,” I said casually.

He laughed but knew I wasn’t kidding.

Now that I had a family, although we weren’t all blood, they were mine and I would fucking do anything to protect them and myself. My business dealings were now legal, unless you counted the private rooms in the back of my club but that’s a whole other story. A story that soon would involve my own wife and her budding business.

AS THE TIME FLIES

(Jenny)

Today marked one month since Jude almost killed himself and Lori in a car accident. It also marked the day Lori was finally being released from the hospital. In the past two weeks, I moved all of her belongings out of the sketchy apartment she was living in with Alexander, and into a small penthouse on the same floor of our building. She was having trouble walking, so I knew it would be a long haul before she was able to actually go back to work.

I didn’t want to think about putting her back to work though. I could only think about the mess her life had become. Through our long chats in the hospital, I learned a lot about her situation, and everything that lead her to the streets of Vegas. I would never let her live that life again. Neither would Jude.

With Lori by my side, we interviewed several nannies who would help her around the house. With Alexander getting so mobile, crawling and starting to pull up on any piece of furniture in sight, I knew she would have a hard time keeping up with him right now. As much as I would love to be there helping her every step of the way, my budding business was taking off. The clientele list had nearly doubled through word of mouth and I was having to hire more girls and an actual staff to help me.

Never did I imagine I would have been here a month ago.

Then there was Jude.

Fucking Jude. I could kill him. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to wrap my pale white hands around his throat and squeeze. Since the first day I visited him in the hospital, I hadn’t been back. He had tried to call, but I would send him to voicemail. I knew that Mathis had been to see him a couple times, but that was between them. I wanted nothing to do with it, and after Mathis had come home and told me about his visit, I told him that.

He respected me. He respected my way of dealing with this all. He respected me. Which was why we worked.

Business with his clubs boomed. The hotel deal had been finalized last week despite Jude being laid up in the hospital still. Work compromised our days, but we always came home to each other, sharing our days over dinner before spending the evening alone in bed. Of course, Alexander had disrupted us a number of times from the guest bedroom down the hall, but it was something we would have to work on getting used to. Our dream of a family was still in the works.

In between our appointments and business, I had seen my obstetrician and had a checkup, talking about our plans for children, and my impromptu choice to throw my birth control all over the floor. I’m so fuckin’ dramatic!

After a round of prenatal vitamins, I was good to go with only one suggestion from my doctor. Patience.

Something neither my husband nor I have.

“Lori?” I knocked on the hospital door holding Alexander on my hip. His excitement every time he got to visit with his Momma was heartwarming. It was honestly my favorite part of the day.

“Ready to bust out of his joint?” I laughed as I hand the boy over into her arms.

“Jenny, you don’t even know. I am done with this place, but before I leave there was something I wanted to do.”

My stomach flip-flopped because I knew exactly what she wanted to do. Something she hadn’t had the strength to do during her hospital stay.

“Lori, that is between you and Jude. Here, let me watch Alexander.” I held my arms out for the boy. His hand tangled in my hair and he tugged. What was with babies and hair pulling? It was like they are these tiny little kinky men in training. Jesus!

“We’ll be here and if you need anything, Lori... I am here for you.” It was the truth. One thing we made it a point not to talk about since the accident was Jude. She just wasn’t ready and I wouldn’t push. It was a sore subject since we were both women close to his heart in such different ways. I only wish I knew what had happened between them. But, I was sure in time it would all come out into the open. When they were both ready to admit whatever was going on between them.

“Jenny. Thank you. For everything. None of this is your fault, know that.” She paused at the door and turns again. “You aren’t a boss to me, you are a friend. Something I am really short of these days. I hope you feel the same.”

A friend. Yeah, I could work with that.

“No, Nora. I will be back within the hour.” Nope, apparently no one could do anything without me anymore. She was going on about problems with another new hire.

“I say we can the bitch!” Nora shrieked into the other line.

“Nora! Jesus. Calm down. A bad blow job isn’t the end of the fucking world! Mr. Thomaston barely has a dick that works, I highly doubt it was the blow job that was the problem.” My life had become a series of subpar sexcapades I was not even a part of! I ended the call and turned to my husband.

Mathis wrapped his arm around me as we made our way down the hall from Lori’s new penthouse to ours.

“You know, Jenny...I didn’t want to tell you this but Jude wouldn’t let us pay for Lori’s accommodations.”

Not what I wanted to hear. My blood was already boiling from dealing with Nora and Becky Bad Blow Job. DAMN THIS DAY!

“Mathis. Not now.” I cut him off. I felt bad. I didn’t want to take my stress out on him, but he was the only one in site.

“I have to head to the hotel site, but we will talk over dinner tonight, okay love?” His mouth fell to mine and I took a moment to savor his lips on mine. I sighed against his mouth and part my lips, slipping my tongue into his. This would never get old.

Mathis would be home from the hotel site in a little over an hour. I had enough time to run by the pharmacy, pick up a pregnancy test and get back to the pent house. Hopefully, with enough time to take the test without him catching me. I was not trying to be sneaky. My period was due a couple of days earlier, but I didn’t want to jump the gun and get him excited. I hated seeing disappointment on his face.

When I walked down the aisle labeled family planning I was confused as hell. Some of the tests had plus and minus signs. Some had actual digital displays that read pregnant or not pregnant because apparently there are people out there who are too stupid to comprehend that a minus sign would mean not pregnant. That right there is a clue you probably shouldn’t be breeding to begin with. Just sayin.’

I grabbed a couple of the digital ones and checked out quickly. I tossed the bag on the passenger’s seat of my new Fiat and made my way back across town.

I pushed through the door and kicked my heels off. I ran down the hallway with the bag in tow and prayed he hadn’t beat me home. Normally he would be relaxing in his study waiting for me, but the door was open and the light was out. Looking at the display on my phone, I had about a half an hour.

Enough time to pee and grab a quick shower.

I took the tests, carefully peeing on a couple of the sticks and tossed them on the counter. Then stripped down for my shower. Turning the shower on, I was completely oblivious to the door slowly opening.

“What are you doing?” Mathis looked around the bathroom.

SHIT! He scared the living crap out of me. I jumped at the sound of his voice, my gaze finding the tests all over the counter.

I was completely naked, there are pregnancy test boxes all over the counter. The instructions are crumpled on the counter and another box had fallen onto the floor.

“Um... taking a shower?” I looked at the tests and then back to my husband who now had a smirk on his face. “Wanna join me?” my voice went high pitched like a little kid just caught nosing through dessert before dinner. Damn.

“Jenny?”

“Yes?”

“What is all this?” He looked at the counter again and his eyes ran over my body.

“Well, Mathis. My period was due about three days ago.” I scrunched my face up and nervously chewed on my plump bottom lip.

“And is there something you want to tell me?” He slowly started walking across the bathroom, thrusting one hand into my hair and resting the other on my ass.

“No, I mean... I don’t know. I haven’t looked at them yet.”

My stomach flip-flopped around, rolling back and forth, I was nervous as shit. I couldn’t believe the extra effort I went to try and exclude this from him, totally blew up in my face. The pressure was crazy. What if it was negative? What if there was something wrong with me? What if we couldn’t make a baby?

“Relax, baby.” He ran his lips down my neck and nipped at my collarbone. All reminding me that I was still naked.

“Why don’t you look, Mathis?” The truth was, I didn’t want to look, which was why I was just going to get in the damn shower.

He picked up the first test and smiled. Then picked up the second and compared it side-by-side to the first. His smile got bigger. By the third, I didn’t even need to ask what they said.

“Baby?”

“Jenny...” He turned and before I could say anything, he had me off the ground and was spinning me around the bathroom. I wrapped my legs around him and threw my arms around his neck.

“It’s positive?”

He ignored my question and his lips met mine in an explosion of love and excitement.

“We’re gonna have a baby!” When our eyes meet, a tear streamed down his cheek.

“We’re gonna have a baby.”

I’m gonna have a baby.

We’re gonna be parents.

We made a baby.

Oh shit.

BETTER THAN HIM

(Mathis)

A baby. We were going to have a baby. I was so fucking excited, I couldn’t control myself. The thought of a piece of me growing inside of Jennifer made me elated, sending a thrill through my body.

I released my grip from her and placed her back on her feet.

She looked up at me, her blue eyes full of questioning.

I quickly stripped my clothes off and was back on her before she knew what I was doing. The beautiful sound of her giggles filled the bathroom. God, I loved that sound.

Carrying her into the shower, I pushed her gently against the wall. Sex would have to be tender now but I could figure out ways to show her just how passionate I was for her. But right now, I didn’t want to take my time. I needed inside of her like never before, marking her from the inside out.

“Mathis,” she breathed against my lips and rubbed her core over my hardened cock.

“You want me, love?” I husked, running the tip of my dick over her erect clit.

She shivered and moaned. “Make love to me.”

She didn’t have to ask me twice.

I thrust into her waiting heat, hard and groaned before pulling out.

A hot tingle ran down my spine. “Fuck me, love.”

She smiled. “Harder. I won’t break.”

I caressed her lower belly. “No, but you’re carrying my baby. I don’t want anything to happen because I fucked you too hard.”

Her eyes glistened. “Make love to me how you want to then.”

I licked between her lips, slowing my thrusts. As much as I wanted to pound the living shit out of her, it wasn’t just her I had to worry about anymore.

“Show me how happy you are, my husband.”

And I did. Over and over again.

The moment we found out Jennifer was pregnant, I made plans to turn the spare bedroom into the baby’s room. Although she was only a month or so pregnant, I knew everything would be fine. Most people would think it was too soon or that it was bad luck but everything deep inside of me told me that the baby would grow to be healthy and strong. I didn’t know how I knew this, but I did.

As soon as I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Jennifer, I made a promise to myself and our future children, that I would not treat them the way my father treated my brother and I. I wouldn’t pit them against each other, comparing one to the other like it’s the child’s fault. So not cool, and although my father was dead and buried, I would never forgive him for that. Yan and I had lost so much of our brotherhood growing up in that type of environment. And for that, I hated my father even more. It was harsh to feel this way when our father was gone, but it was what it was. I couldn’t help but wonder if he ever had a regret for the way he treated us. Did my mother regret letting him treat us all the way he had? I didn’t muse about my past much, but when I did it really messed with my head.

Jennifer and I had decided to have a little get together at our place a couple of days after finding out the good news. She was bursting with excitement and I was bursting with pride. The possessive male in me couldn’t get over the fact that she was now carrying a piece of me. Yup, I’m a fuckin’ caveman, and I knew she loved me even more for that.

If I had it my way, I would fuck a child into her every year, for the rest of our lives but, I didn’t think she would go for that. Jennifer wasn’t the barefoot and pregnant type, even though my Alpha male side wanted her to be. Something about the whole mother of my child factor increased her sexy factor tenfold. I couldn’t keep my damn hands off of her.

I sat back and watched her interact with our friends...our friends. I never thought I would have anything more. If you would have told me a year ago, that I would end up married and getting ready to be a father by the time I turned thirty, I would have laughed in your face and told you to go fuck yourself. Now, everything was changing. Jennifer changed everything.

Lori had almost fully recovered from her accident but still had quite a noticeable limp. The wreck had done damage to her back but she was finally able to lift and play with her son without wincing in pain. That fact alone made my heart swell. I couldn’t imagine having a child and not being able to hold them. I knew Jenny had spent a lot of time talking with her about Alexander, his father, and becoming actual friends. Transforming their business relationship entirely.

The only person heavily involved in our lives, but excluded from this joyous occasion was Jude. Whatever was going on between him and Lori was their business only and Jenny and I wouldn’t pry. I only hoped that he would get his shit together. For her.

Yan smiled at me from across the room and cooed as he fawned over Alexander. He played it off that he felt sorry for the kid but, I knew he was growing fond of him. He was ecstatic to become an uncle for the first time and was already showering Jennifer with presents for herself and our baby.

Nora kept rubbing Jennifer’s lower belly.

“Nora, if you don’t stop touching me, I will cut you,” Jennifer said, slapping her hands away.

“But you have a bump and it’s so freaking cute,” Nora gushed.

Jennifer huffed. “I do not. I know nothing about this shit but I know it’s way too soon for me to start showing. That is the fucking burrito I had for lunch.”

I chuckled and shook my head at the banter between my wife and her best friend.

“Hey my man.” Dean clapped a heavy hand on my shoulder. “Congrats.”

“Yes, congratulations, brother,” Yan said, joining us.

Antonio nodded once. “You happy?”

“Never better.” And that was the truth.

“Where’s Cliff?” Dean asked, sitting beside me.

“Around. I told him if it wasn’t legal, I didn’t want to know.”

“You have that boy on a tight leash,” Yan stated, taking a swig of his beer.

I scoffed. No one had Cliff on a leash. I did wish he would get out of the underground business but all in due time. I had to worry about my family first. I couldn’t be worrying about a grown adult prone to danger. It was too much of a risk now.

Jennifer met my gaze and blew me a kiss before turning back to Lori and Nora.

My heart warmed. I couldn’t ask for more and I definitely couldn’t ask for better. She was the best.

Both businesses were booming and the girls Jennifer had helped, even now had proper health care. Wouldn’t their old pimps and ex-tricks shit if they found that out? Who offers whores health care plans? My wife. That’s who.

“Hey, my wonderful husband.”

I smiled up at Jennifer as she approached me. “Yes, my love.”

She grinned and placed a soft peck on my lips. “Did you ask them?” She whispered.

“Not yet. Did you?”

“Not yet.”

“Wanna ask together?” I said against her mouth.

“Sure.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet.

We moved to face our guests and smiled at each other before turning back to our friends.

Questioning glances spread over their faces and as much as I wanted to make them wait, I couldn’t hold it in. “We couldn’t decide who we wanted our babies’ Godparents to be so...” I winked at Jennifer.

“We want all five of you to be Godparents,” she finished, clapping her hands together.

A silence fell over our friends and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“All of us?” Nora asked looking around her.

“Yes. Each of you hold something very special in our hearts and we didn’t want to leave anyone out,” I explained.

“So what do you think?” Jennifer asked timidly.

Did they not want--

A cheer erupted around us as we were greeted with hugs and words of thanks.

I looked down at my wife amongst the chaos. “Think they’re happy?”

Jennifer laughed. “I think so.”

And so was I. Finally.

DEAD GIVEAWAY

(Jenny)

My phone rang and rang. His number flashing across the screen as I pressed ignore. There was too much happiness in this room tonight to let Jude ruin it. He was out of the hospital finally, but I still wasn’t happy with him. I wondered if I would ever be again. It was such a long road to redemption for everything he had put us all through.

“Just answer it,” Mathis whispered into my ear. Knowing full well the next number he would start calling was Lori. “He isn’t going to stop and you don’t want him upsetting Lori.” Since when did my husband become so understanding?

The phone vibrated again and I excused myself and slipped into the home office. “What?” I snapped as I answered Jude’s call.

“Is she there with you?” his frantic tone yelled into my ear.

Something was fucked up. He wasn’t right. Was he high? Drunk? What was his deal?

“Yes, Lori is with me. Jude, what’s the problem?” I often wondered why I cared so much after all the shit he had put us through recently.

“I couldn’t get a hold of her...” his words trailed off and the line went dead.

What the fuck is wrong with him? Pssh, why the hell did he hang up on me once I finally gave him the time of day? I mean, I was glad he had moved on but I couldn’t help but feel hurt by the way he was treating me now. I guess he was just giving me back what I had given him. Damn.

Before I could make my way back out of the office I saw ’Mathis’ phone blinking on the desk. I picked it up and pressed the screen to life. It was a rare occasion for him to leave his phone lying around, mainly because work was just so busy for him right now. I saw a missed text message.

In Vegas for the weekend, get ready for me big boy. Xoxo <3 Shay.

Bitch, what?

My blood boiled and I stalked towards the door. As I reached for the handle, I could hear the front door of the penthouse open and a rumble of commotion. Voices raised, one of the women screamed and something slams to the floor.

I whipped the door open, steaming mad from my discovery to find a drunk Jude in my foyer. All the eyes in the room turned to me and Mathis started walking in my direction.

“Stop. Right. There. Do not come another step closer to me.” I couldn’t contain my rage. I couldn’t see clearly. All this time I had been such a love struck fool, blind to see there was no way Mathis would ever change. Womanizing was in his blood. He was just like all those clients. Wives at home, barefoot and pregnant. Completely naïve to their husbands cheating. No fucking way would that ever be me.

“Explain this!” I yelled, waving the phone in his face. Before he could get a good look at it, I chucked the phone across the room. It crashed against the wall and shattered falling to the floor in a mass of broken glass and twisted plastic.

“Fuck you! How could I be so fucking stupid!”

The room is silent as I yell at him. He stood silently, trying not to smile.

I wanted to slap that look off of his face. I wanted to kick him in the balls and make sure he never fucked again. Ever.

“And you! You drunk asshole! Get your shit together already! No one fucking feels bad for you anymore!” I pointed at Jude, completely berating him before I turned on my Prada heels and head for the bedroom where I proceed to lock myself in and cry like a newborn. I should have known better.

(Mathis)

I tried not to laugh at my wife’s expense but she was so fucking cute when she got worked up.

React first, ask questions later was Jennifer’s motto.

I shoved Jude into a cold shower, forcing him to sober up. Ignoring the protests from him, I slapped him hard on the face before grabbing his chin. “You want Lori?”

His glazed eyes lost focus, rolling back in his head.

I shook him, forcing him to look at me. “You want Lori?” I demanded in a firm voice.

He nodded.

“Then fucking act like a man, sober up and be there for her. Now I’m going to go kiss my wife’s fucking ass and grovel at her feet because I am a man. You,” I gripped his chin harder. “better start groveling, asking for my forgiveness when I get back.”

I shoved him back and threw a towel on the floor. I was sick of his shit. He caused more problems for Jennifer and I than I ever thought would be possible. But this time, it was all me. I let out a sigh and thought of the best way to fix this.

Once reaching our bedroom door, I heard sniffling and drawers banging shut. Knocking lightly, I took a breath and opened the door.

“My love...” My eyes widened when I saw her throwing clothes into a large red duffle bag. “What the hell?”

She wiped under her eyes and stood with her arms under her chest. “How long have you been cheating on me? Or has it been all this time?” She shook her head. “I should have known.”

I really had no idea what she was talking about. “Let me explain. What did the text say?”

She rolled her eyes. “Does a Shay mean anything to you?”

Shay? Oh God. A bubble of laughter escaped my lips. I couldn’t control it. Shit, I think she is going to kill me.

Jennifer raised an eyebrow before her face morphed into a mask of rage. “Why are you laughing at me?”

“I...” My ribs hurt and I took deep breaths before closing the distance between us. “Jennifer, I am not and have never cheated on you.” I wanted to reach out and touch her but the cold look in her beautiful blue eyes held me back. For the moment at least.

“Then who is she?”

I smiled. “Shay is not who you think she is.”

“Stop being so God damn cryptic and tell me, Mathis or I swear I’m leav—”

“Shay’s a man.”

Her eyes widened. “Excuse me? Are you gay?”

I laughed. “Really?”

Her cheeks reddened. “Well...I don’t...I’m so fucking confused, it wouldn’t surprise me anymore.”

I frowned, my body humming. “Love, just for that, I will show you later how much I am not gay,” I growled.

She swallowed. “Then who is she...um...he?”

“Shay is a drag queen. She had an abusive boyfriend and I got her out and put up in a shelter. Gave her some cash until she could get back on her feet,” I said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“How did you meet her?”

I smiled at the fact she called him a her. Most people didn’t. I may not agree with it or be into that sort of thing but I never judged. To each their own. “I frequented a club here that was called, Deep. Met this woman in the hall that was being harassed by her boyfriend. I grabbed Dean, we roughed him up a bit and now,” this was my favorite part of the fucking story. I grinned. “the club’s called, Shay.”

“She owns the club?” Jennifer asked surprised.

I nodded. “Shay Starlight by night, Robert Renson by day.” I reached for Jennifer’s hand and was thankful when she took it. Pulling her into my lap, I ran a hand down her back. “I should have told you about her. So I am sorry that I didn’t. It’s been awhile since I’ve been here and awhile since I’ve seen her but we’ve never slept together. As kinky as I am, men don’t so it for me even if they look like a woman.”

Jennifer sighed.

“You can call her if you don’t believe me. She will probably tell you how much of an ass I am for not going to visit her.”

“Your story better fucking be true, Mathis or else little Mathis,” she grabbed my dick through my pants. “will not be coming out to play. Ever.” She squeezed.

I grunted, shifting under her hand. My heart jumped. Here’s hoping Shay didn’t side with Jennifer just to get back at me for not visiting her right when I got to Vegas.

Shit.

(Jenny)

My husband and a drag queen BFF? Come on. I mean, I understood he was a worldly man and there could have been a million explanations to that text. But a drag queen?

I pulled out my phone and handed it to Mathis.

“Get her on the line. Now.” I walked over to the dresser and grabbed a tissue to fix the makeup that had now run down my cheeks. God, I hated crying with makeup on. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had a good cry. Damn this man and the fact that he had a past with the opposite sex that probably rivaled mine. I really met my match.

“Shayyyyyyy. Long time no talk!” Mathis sang into my cell phone. “No, my wife smashed my phone into a million pieces, so I am calling you from hers.” He choked out a laugh with that statement. “Hmm, yeah.” He paused and I could hear the high pitched shrill from the other end of the phone. “She wants to talk to you. That is why I called.”

He held the phone out in my direction and I wondered if I even wanted to go through with this. Shit. He pushed the phone in my direction again.

“Hello?” I raised the phone to my ear and waited.

“GIIRRRRLLLLLLLL! You tamed the untamable! I have GOT TO MEET YOU!” Shay shrieked into the other end of the line. Yikes!

“So, I am guessing you weren’t texting my husband because you wanted to have your way with him, huh?” I wanted to laugh at myself. Damn it! I couldn’t believe I overreacted. I felt like a giant asshole!

“Oh, honey. I’ve been tryin’ for years. He don’t want none of this chocolate lovin’”

I had to choke back a laugh. Maybe I should screw with him over this, because this was just enough material for a lifetime.

“I think we need to have lunch.” HA!

I should have never questioned Mathis.

“Baby?” I cooed, lying spread across our spacious king size bed.

His eyes scanned my half naked body and licks his lips.

“Yes, love.”

“Come fuck me. I’ve been a bad girl.” I climbed down the bed on my hands and knees stopping at the edge. “You’ve been so gentle baby. I need a good hard fuck. Pppppleeeeaaassssse.” I couldn’t help but beg him. He had been so gentle. Careful not to hurt me or hurt the baby. Well fucking newsflash! The baby was the size of a damn peanut and I had a fucking itch deep inside my pussy that needed to be scratched!

“You sure, Jenny?” his voice sent a shiver down my body.

I wanted him that damn bad. I reached for his belt and start pulling. My fingers couldn’t work fast enough and I felt him tugging at my panties. The thin lace ripped from my body and I couldn’t help but laugh. Another one bites the dust. And he wondered why I was buying lingerie like it was a sport?

His hands pushed me down on the bed and my excitement soared. If my panties were still on, they would have been soaked. I was horny as hell and I just needed to feel him inside me. I pushed my ass up in the air and back toward his hard cock.

“Fuck me, Mathis! Damn it. Fuck me alr—” Before I could finish begging him, his dick plunged deep inside me and I screamed out in pleasure. Damn, that felt good.

“God, baby. So tight...” he moaned in my ear as his thumbs bit into my hips and his speed picked up. His balls slapped against my bare cunt and I work my hand over my clit climbing toward my much needed orgasm.

“Oh baby, right there... right there, Mathis.” His cock pressed against my g-spot and I felt my release begin. My screams echoed through the bedroom and Mathis joins me.

“Shit, baby.” Mathis kissed up my back as he emptied his orgasm deep inside my body. This was exactly what I needed. His arms wrapped around me and we both collapsed on the bed. We showered each other in makeup kisses, holding tight onto each other.

Then the bathroom door creaked open.

My head whipped to the side and I caught a view of Jude standing there. Soaking wet, and holding his head.

“What the fuck are you doing in my bathroom?” I screamed as I try and cover myself.

Mathis laughed and pulled the blanket across our entwined bodies.

“Calm your tits, Jenny, it’s nothing I haven’t seen or done before.” And he stumbled out of our bedroom.

“I’m gonna kill you. I had no idea he was in there!”

A sly smile spread across his face. Mathis knew Jude was in the bathroom and it was just another way for him to shove his possession of me right in his face.

“Hey, Jude! Remember what I told you about being a man!” Mathis yelled and Jude slammed the door.

What the hell just happened?

CHANGES

(Mathis)

“I don’t know why, but I’m fucking nervous as shit,” Jennifer said, her knee bouncing rapidly. I chuckled. “In your line of work, and you’ve never met a drag queen before?” She looked up at me and scowled. “In my line of work, my clients prefer women without dicks.”

I shook my head and laughed before leaning over to kiss her forehead. “Shay is one of the best people I know. I have to warn you though, she’s very honest.”

Jennifer shrugged. “‘Bout fucking time. I’m sick of people hiding their true feelings.”

Can’t say I didn’t agree with that. It had been a year since I’d seen Shay. After my wife’s freak out about my so called cheating, we made plans to meet up with Shay at Club Maroon.

The warm weather we had been having made it so Jennifer wore a white summer dress with red polka dots. Knowing she wasn’t wearing any panties, because she had said it would be too hot was very distracting. God, I loved Vegas.

We sat in the booth and waited for Shay to show up for our lunch date. I looked at my watch. Half an hour late. She was never one to be on— “Mathis, darling!”

I smiled and turned to the voice of Shay Starlight approaching us. The blonde wig she was wearing made her caramel skin glow. She sported a pink pant suit with long red fake nails. She pulled Jennifer out of the booth and placed her hands on her shoulders. “This is the wife. I don’t know if I should bow at your feet, or kiss you.”

Jennifer looked at me, her eyes wide with shock.

I chuckled and watched the interaction.

“How about a hug?” Jennifer asked, staring up at the tall woman.

“That I can do, sweet pea.” Shay embraced her.

Jennifer returned the hug. “You smell good.”

Shay laughed. “It’s all Shay, baby.”

“Stop hitting on my wife and join me,” I said, grinning.

They giggled like long lost friends and sat across from me.

“So how did you two meet? You’re married? I never thought I’d see the day. Tell me everything,” Shay exclaimed, her voice full of excitement.

I laughed as Jennifer tried to follow the rapid fire questions being thrown at her. That was Shay Starlight. Robert Renson was a quiet, timid man and then when he transformed into Shay, it was like a layer of armor was put on. He could be anyone he wanted. Unfortunately, he was still human but being abused just made him stronger.

I respected Shay. She was honest and forthright. Never holding back who she truly was and for that, I always envied her. Until now. Now I was happy. I was myself. Jennifer loved me for me and saw through my hard exterior and for that, I loved her more and more each day.

I caught Jennifer and Shay staring at me. “What?”

Shay placed a hand on her chest and sighed. “So in love.”

“I am.”

Jennifer grinned. “We are.”

“Good. Stay that way or else I’m going to kick both of your asses.” Shay turned to Jennifer. “Do you wanna grab lunch some time? Just us girls? Maybe a spa day too?” She rubbed my wife’s lower belly. “Before the baby comes?”

Jennifer looked between Shay and I. “How did you know?”

Shay winked. “Intuition. So what do you say?”

“I’d love to.

The day had arrived that we were finding out the sex of our baby. Jennifer was now around five months along and the bump on her was absolutely gorgeous. So petite, and perfectly round. Each night I would rub her belly with the expensive stretch mark cream she insisted on buying, praying she wouldn’t end up with any marks. I didn’t care either way, stretch marks or not she was beautiful, and always would be.

I didn’t know what it was but every time I saw her, knowing she was carrying my baby, it got me hard. Now I understood the pregnant women fetish except with me, it was over my own wife. I couldn’t get enough of her. I needed her every chance I got. If I could live inside of her, I would.

After gently making love to her for the third time that morning, I ushered her into the bath much to her and my own dismay. If I could spend the rest of my life with her wrapped around me, I would be a very happy man.

I called Dean as I headed into the nursery. “Everything ready?” I asked him as I opened the door.

“Yup. She has no idea does she?”

I smiled. “Nope. None at all. I haven’t let her into the nursery once since she told me she wanted the walls a light mint green.”

Dean chuckled. “Sneaky.”

“That’s what husbands do.”

“No. That’s what you do.”

Touché. Finalizing the details with Dean, I had him deliver the final pieces of furniture to the nursery. Couldn’t have a baby’s room without furniture, could we?

Luckily Dean was two minutes away, so we were able to get everything set up and finished before Jennifer came out of the bathroom.

I said goodbye to Dean as my wife came down the hall.

“Who was here?” she asked as I shut the door.

“No one important,” I said, trying to fight back my smile. My nerves were jumping. I felt like a kid at Christmas and it wasn’t even my surprise.

Jennifer raised an eyebrow and stepped into my outstretched arms. I kissed her head, inhaling deep the sweet scent of strawberries. “How are you feeling?”

“Mmm…relaxed.”

“Good.” I grabbed her hand. “I have a surprise for you before our appointment.

She leaned back. “Really?”

I placed a soft kiss on her lips and swatted her ass. “Close your eyes.”

She giggled and did as I said.

I pulled her along and stopped before the door of the nursery. My heart raced. I didn’t know why I was so nervous but I was absolutely fucking terrified she wouldn’t like it.

Opening the door, I pushed her in front of me and turned on the light. “Open your eyes, love.”

She did and gasped. Tears filled her eyes as they searched around the room. As time went by where she didn’t say anything, I started getting concerned that maybe I over stepped my bounds. Was she not happy? Didn’t she like—

She threw herself into my arms, squeezing me with everything in her.

A breath of relief left my lips and I hugged her back. “Do you like it, love?”

Jennifer pulled back and shook her head. “No.”

My stomach sunk.

A slow grin spread on her face. “I fucking love it.”

I sighed. “Holy shit, don’t do that to me.”

She laughed and wiped under eyes. “I…wow. Mathis, I can’t believe you did this for me. For us.”

I smiled, feeling mighty proud of myself. I watched Jennifer walk around the room, stroking a hand over the dark cherry wood crib with the matching dresser and changing table. I had everything handmade by the best carpenter in Vegas. None of this plastic or plywood bullshit.

“This is real wood,” she said in awe.

I nodded. “Only the best for our baby. Once we find out the gender, you can finish decorating how you want. But, I wanted to get the big stuff done for you.” She met my gaze.

“Thank you.” She stopped when she reached the middle of the crib, her eyes narrowing. She pulled out a small box and looked between me and the tiny item in her hand.

“Open it.”

She pulled the red ribbon off the white cardboard box and gasped…again. I grinned and stepped up behind her.

She pulled out a delicate gold necklace with a #1 mom pendant attached. At that point tears streamed down her face. “God, I hate crying,” she laughed, wiping the tears away.

“I take it you like your second surprise?” I asked, wrapping my arms around her shoulders.

“Yes. Thank you, for everything, my husband.”

I kissed the side of her neck before putting the necklace on her. It fit perfectly, the pendant resting between her breasts. “Anything for you, my wife.”

(Jenny)

Damn it and damn Mathis. Now I had to go and fix my makeup before we made our way to our doctor’s appointment. Today was supposed to be the ultrasound. You know the one when women fawn over whether or not they are going to have a girl or boy? Honestly, I was hoping for a boy. After spending time with Alexander, I now knew how to deal with baby boys. Everyone had told us they are easier and in my dreams I had a little boy who looked just like Mathis only with my bright blue eyes.

He hadn’t been vocal about what he wanted, but at the end of the day as long as our baby was healthy that was all that we could ask for. All of the other details didn’t matter.

The nursery he put together for the baby was over the top. But the fact that he did it all on his own warmed my heart. Not only that, but it took that whole thing off my to-do list. I know, women were supposed to want to do all that stuff. Me? It sent me into a panic. I just didn’t have the time with work.

Lori had come on as my personal assistant, alongside Harper. No longer being one of my working girls. She had also become a kept woman with Jude. He was trying and I guess that was more than all of us could ask for. I honestly wanted them to work and had put in my two cents more than I probably should have.

My phone ringing snapped me out of my head.

“Lori,” I answered.

“I know you are off for the rest of the day, but we have a problem with Summer.”

I knew she would be trouble, but she was beautiful and more desperate than most.

“Call Nora, she can handle it. I will try and catch up this afternoon after my appointment.”

I ended the call and toss the phone onto the bed and fix my face before we have to head out.

Lying on the exam table in the ultrasound room, the lights dim, my shirt pushed snuggly under my growing boobs and Mathis holding my hand tightly was surreal. The ultrasound technician squirted the ice cold gel onto my petite bump. Normally women complained about it being cold but damn, did it feel good. Being pregnant in Vegas during the summer was like torture. I felt like a sweating cow daily. And ice cold showers had become frequent.

“We are finding out the gender today, correct?” she asked with a sweet smile. Her short auburn hair reminded me of my aunt Cassie back in Kansas. She was the free spirit of my mother’s family. Not many people stayed in contact with her, especially dearest Eloise. But, I always made it a point to catch up with her. That simple reminder of my aunt helped me to feel more comfortable under this strange woman’s touch.

I wondered how much of a heartwarming job it must be, to be such a large part of people’s pregnancies. I mean, she got to bring some of the greatest joy to couples in this room. It must be absolutely surreal. I, on the other hand, get people laid. I guess that could be comparable? Yeah, not so much.

“Yes,” Mathis and I answered at the same time. Our gazes met and I swore my panties just became soaked. Something about that sideways glance always did it for me. My body wanted him even more than the first time I finally gave in to him. I giggled a little just thinking about us soaking wet in the shower with his dress shirt ruined and pants soggy on the bathroom floor. We had come so far in such a short amount of time, and I couldn’t think of any other way I would want it.

Marriage and babies was something I never wanted for myself, but now that it was here, it was all I ever wanted but only if it was with Mathis. Only him. Only us.

“Wow, you have a mover in there,” the technician laughed.

“You’re tellin’ me! Try sleeping with that kid doing Olympic swimming laps in there!” Ever since I had begun feeling the baby’s movements, they were only getting stronger by the minute. The flips and the kicks to the bladder were gonna do me in.

“Oh wow, well this one isn’t shy at all.”

We all laughed together, because honestly if this child was anything like Mathis or I, we were so fucked.

His grip on my hand tightened and when I look over, I could see a small tear fall from his face. He tried to cover it up, but I just smiled at him and mouth the words, I love you, which he repeated back to me.

“You ready?” the bubbly technician asked and we both nod. A couple clicks and printed pictures later, she proudly announced, “It’s a boy! And a very bold one at that. He won’t keep his legs closed!”

We both laughed and I let out a sigh of relief. There was no way I could have dealt with a baby girl. I mean all the pink stuff is adorable, but I am total boy mom material. At least for our first baby.

“Sounds like someone is just like his daddy.”

I laughed and nudged Mathis. He was sitting taller, prouder in the chair next to me. His smile was so wide it could touch his eyes.

“A boy. That is my son.” The pride radiated off of him and he might as well pat himself on the back for a job well done.

The ultrasound tech interrupted us, “You know what they say about how the gender is determined right?” We both shook our heads no. I knew the sperm is the determining factor, I think? But I was all for old wives tales.

“They say, whoever is more dominant during the act in which the baby is created determines the gender.”

Mathis smiled and lets out a laugh.

“Oh hell no. That can’t be right.” I playfully joked with the ultrasound technician. In reality, I was already plotting baby number two, just to prove I was the more dominant one in this relationship. Especially when we were in bed.

The power struggle in our relationship that drew us to each other will never burn out, which was probably why we were more in love every day, and every argument that goes by. We fed off of each other in a way only we could.

“Challenge accepted,” was all I said as I leaned in to kiss Mathis on his smooth lips.

He laughed, because I was sure he thought that I was joking, but this was something I intended to prove with a baby girl next year.

“Challenge accepted,” he whispered back into my ear. “If I could get you pregnant right now, I would. Just to prove it would be another boy.”

Fucker. Always having to get the last word and I bit my tongue because of the technician.

MY VAGINA HURTS

(Jenny)

Four months and some days later, I was strapped to a zillion machines inside a Vegas hospital practicing that stupid Lamaze breathing Mathis insisted I learn. Like I didn’t know how to fucking breathe already? Asshole.

“You are doing great, baby,” he encouraged me while pushing my hair back and placing a cold, wet washcloth on my forehead.

“I fucking hate you right now. Do you know that?” I yelled at him.

The nurse in the room became startled and dropped a pitcher of water on the floor. I think it was safe to say she had a reason to be scared. I had now thrown a cup of water at Mathis. Squeezed his balls until he screamed like a child. Oh, and threatened the anesthesiologist. If I wasn’t a patient, I was sure they would have called the police on me by now.

“Here comes another contraction, Jenny. The doctor is going to be here any minute and he wants you to start pushing.” Yup, pushing a fucking bowling ball out of my snatch. Exactly what I wanted to spend my Sunday afternoon doing. DAMN IT!

The contraction hits and I felt the pressure radiating through my lower half. They wanted to see me push? This bitch is gonna push!

“That’s it baby, one, two, three, four...” I interrupted his counting as I growl at him. Like I didn’t know how to count to ten. Does the world automatically assume women in labor didn’t remember simple functions we learned at the age of five? It was making me murderous.

The contraction stopped and I finally relax.

“I am going to kill you, just as soon as this baby is out of me. Mark my words, Mathis Verlinden, you are a dead man walking.” I panted between each word. My body is so close, I could feel his head pressing against the walls of my poor vagina. I was never going to look at sex the same again. This hurts like a son-of-a-bitch.

“GOD IT BURNS!” I screamed, catching the attention of the nurse again. She hits the page button on the bed and frantically called for the doctor. This guy had like three point two seconds to get there, because the next contraction, I was pushing this little shit out of me... even if it killed me.

“Don’t push with this next contraction,” the nurse demanded.

I laughed at her.

“Get down there and do your damn job, bitch!” I screamed and the contraction took over again. I pushed and pushed. My face was red hot and I was completely out of breath. I was getting light headed, but I didn’t give up.

My body suddenly felt an amazing amount of relief as the nurse pulled my son from my body and placed his wiggling body on my chest.

“Oh my god,” I whispered, as I pulled his little wet body up and got my first good look at him.

“Jenny...” Mathis’ voice was weak and I could tell that he was crying. “He is perfect. Oh God. I love you.”

As much as I hated him only a few minutes ago, it was all forgotten. The pain was a million miles away and all I could see was this perfect little boy with a full head of dark hair and the darkest olive complexion. The spitting image of his father in every way.

Hell, he looked like he had been vacationing in Aruba for the past nine months, not taking up house in the uterus of a pale as shit Irish woman. Of course he would look just like Mathis. I should have known.

“He looks just like you.” The tears rolled down my cheeks as I pulled him closer and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“Thank you, love...” Mathis let out a sob. “Thank you, this is the greatest gift anyone has ever given me.” His lips showered my face and neck with kisses and we admired our new baby boy.

“Jenny, his eyes...”

I looked down and noticed him blinking for the first time. The bright blue eyes shone through his tiny eyelids.

“He did get something from you,” Mathis joked.

“He is perfect, now get that doctor to fix my vagina.”

THE CHASE

(Mathis)

One year later…

“Head to the bedroom, now,” I demanded.

Jennifer rolled her eyes at me. She had been in one of those moods all fucking day. On purpose I might add. We had decided that after our son, Mateo, was born, we would start trying again a year later. Well the day was here and my wife was being a brat. Ignoring all of my advances. Pushing me away just to get under my skin. She had taken what the ultrasound technician said to heart about whoever reigned dominance controlled the gender of the baby. Please. That was so not fucking true and if it was? We would constantly be having boys. Now was the time to take that challenge to the next level but it wasn’t working. Anything I threw at Jennifer, she was blocking. I cooked her dinner, bathed and fed Mateo. Dropped him off at the babysitter’s. Even that didn’t earn me any brownie points.

She came out that evening sporting a red satin nightie and I almost blew a load right then and she knew it. Fuck me, she was good.

“Love.” I took a step towards her.

Her eyes widened and she backed up.

Leaning my head from side to side, I started unbuckling my belt. The raging hard on in my pants couldn’t be missed. I had sported one all damn day and this urge was going to be released.

Jennifer licked her lips and backed up down the hall way before making a mad dash to our bedroom.

She was running? Really? Well didn’t that just turn me on more. Adrenaline pumped through me and I chased her.

Before she could slam the door shut in my face, I grabbed hold of her waist, tackling her to the floor.

She squealed, squirming under me. “It won’t work.” She laughed.

“No?” I covered her body with mine and pulled the nightie above her head, leaving her naked and breathless under me. “How about now, love?” I asked and reached between us. Grazing my hand over her bare mound, I thrust a finger into her wet pussy. “Hmm…you’re turned on.”

She licked her lips, still struggling against my hold. “My body is lying.”

I laughed and nipped the side of her neck. “Tell me.”

“No. I dominate you, Mathis. I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me all day,” she said, pulling herself from my grip.

She sauntered in front of me, shaking those sexy as hell hips. Her full breasts begged for my touch as she ran a hand down the side of my cheek. “I dom—”

I took that as my chance and grabbed around her hips, pulling her against me. Her bare cunt hit my face and I lay back with her core right where I wanted it. On my mouth.

She gasped.

I held her firm, wrapping my arms around her waist and dove into her center. It was rough, delicious and I ate her like she was my last meal. I was starving for her. The sweetness of her juices flowed down my throat.

“Mathis,” she whimpered as she road my face.

Who was in control now? Spreading her folds with my thumbs, I grazed my teeth over her pink engorged clit.

She screamed, bucking against me.

Thrusting my tongue in and out of her, I moaned against her pussy. God, she tasted good. Like honey or chocolate. No, better. She tasted like Jennifer and she was all fucking mine. A zipper sounding erupted around the room and before I knew what was happening, a soft hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me hard.

“Fuck,” I said, my voice muffled by the tasty cunt on my face.

“Harder, Mathis,” she demanded.

I smiled, doing as she said when the strokes of her hand picked up speed. My dick swelled to the point of breaking as I thrust my hips to meet her movements. She rode my face. I fucked her hand. It was pure heaven.

I lifted her higher onto her knees and thrust two fingers into her pussy as hard as I could.

She clenched around me and swallowed a gasp. “More.”

I repeated my movements, her pussy squeezing me tight as she came again for the second time. The sounds of her cries of pleasure erupted around the room sending a hot shiver down my body.

A tingle spread from my balls up my back and I grunted, spilling my release into her hand and onto my lower belly. I grunted, shaking against her touch.

Her hand picked up speed, her eyes darkening with mischief.

She wasn’t stopping until I got hard again. Holy shit. The heat in her eyes set my skin on fire. Well she was in for it and she wouldn’t be sleeping all weekend. I wanted her sore. But a part of me wondered if either of us were going to be able to move at all tomorrow.

(Jenny)

He thought this was a game. Little did he know, there was no chance he would win. I let him win the first round, only because I was dying to feel his mouth on my hot little cunt. It had been so long since we could enjoy some good foreplay, and with Mateo in Lori’s care until Sunday night, it was on.

I pulled my hand from his cock, once it was nice and hard again, and I wiped his release all over his expensive Italian suit. He hated that. I wanted to laugh, but I held it together the best I could.

I stood and sashayed across the room, fumbling with a bag of goodies I’ve had hidden for a long time. Things I never pulled out for play time, with Mathis. Yet.

Tonight though, it was on. The inner kink deep within my soul was coming out to play and I just hoped to hell my husband was ready.

“Baby, you can’t just get me all hard again and leave me here,” he pleaded, still lying on our bedroom floor.

I smiled and licked my lips, stopping to chew on my bottom lip for a moment. That drove him wild. And I used it every chance I could get.

“Get up on the bed and wait for me, I’ll take care of you, baby.” That, I would. Ha!

He stood, pushing his pants the rest of the way down before climbing onto the bed, lying directly in the center with his hands behind his head. Perfect. Something about him spread completely naked across our bed always got me going. Even after two decent orgasms, I wanted more of this man. Mainly his dick deep inside my cunt, which was how this would all end.

Of course the main goal this weekend was baby making during my fertile time, but in reality, I had the desperate need to put my dominance back in our bedroom.

I seductively climbed up the bed, stopping once my face reached his dick. I ran my tongue up and down his hard cock before wrapping my lips around the head. I pumped him in my mouth as I massaged his balls with my other hand. His dick slipped from my mouth with a pop and I continued my climb up his body.

He was unsuspecting. He was blissful. Completely lost in the pleasure of my mouth on his dick seconds earlier. And I jumped to action. Grabbing both his wrists, I worked quickly to handcuff them to the headboard. It wasn’t until I had one fully secured that he realized what I was doing. By then I had the second wrist in my grip and my cunt snuggly against his face. His complaints are muffled as I ride his face. That will teach you to think you are in control!

I laughed as I looked down at Mathis completely handcuffed to the bed. Who was the dominant one now?

“Sorry honey, but I had to.” I laughed and look down at him.

He pulled on the headboard, but couldn’t free himself. The struggle was kind of sexy to watch. His body shook on the bed and his big dick swung from side to side.

“Mathis, I’m gonna need you to admit I am the one in control tonight.” I worked my way down his body again, taking his dick in my mouth.

“No way. You may have me handcuffed but...” His words were lost when his cock grazes the back of my throat. “Fuck...” he mumbled under his breath as his hips pushed up to meet my mouth. Just as I felt his balls start to draw up with his orgasm dying to spill into my mouth, I pulled my lips off his dick and grasped it forcefully, stopping the orgasm dead in its tracks.

“FUCK JENNY! WHAT THE HELL?” he screamed at me and thrashing against the bed.

“Who is in control, Mathis? WHO?” I yelled in his direction as I climbed up his body, pressing my full tits to his face.

“Tell me Mathis, who is in control here?” I ran my lips down his neck, licking and biting every inch of his skin.

“You,” he whispered.

“I can’t hear you, Mathis? Who is in control here?”

“You are in control, Jenny. FUCK! You are in control!”

“What do you want me to do to you, Mathis?” I seductively cooed in his ear before I ran my mouth down to his chest and took his nipple in my mouth. It drove him crazy.

“I want you to fuck me. I wanna feel my dick so deep inside you,” he growled in reply. He was losing his edge.

“That’s it?”

“I wanna come so deep inside you, Jenny, please get that tight cunt wrapped around my dick before I blow my load all over the bed!” He was begging and I fucking loved it.

I straddled his lap and slowly lowered my wet pussy down over his swollen cock. It always felt so fucking good. God damn!

“You like that tight cunt, Mathis?” I moaned as I rode his dick. I wished his hands were free, because I wanted to feel them all over my body.

I ran my hands over my breasts and tugged on my nipples. My moans filled the bedroom as I picked up speed. I slid my hands down further and stroked my clit and cupped his balls with my other free hand. I knew he was close, I could feel it.

“Suck my tits, Mathis. Make me come!” I demanded as I lowered my body back down hovering over him, bringing my puckered nipples to his face. His tongue licked and played, as my first orgasm washed over me.

“Oh fuck, Mathis! So good!” I cried as I rode his dick harder.

“Shit, Jenny,” he yelled as he spilled his seed deep inside me.

I slowed my hips and lay on his body before freeing him from the restraints of the handcuffs.

“See how good it is when you let me be in control?” I laughed.

Mathis joined me in laugher. “That better be a fuckin’ girl.”

BY DAWN ROBERTSON

CHAPTER 1

I'm not in Kansas anymore...

A fist crashes into my face, my body is flung like a rag doll across the shitty motel room I have called home for the past month. My back slams against the wall and I gasp for air. The wind is knocked out of me and I panic as I struggle to fill my lungs with my next breath, but it's not coming. The smell of vodka burns my nostrils, and when I open my mouth struggling to scream for help, not a sound comes out.

A rough hand wraps around my throat and squeezes. His mouth presses to mine, but I am paralyzed. I can't push him away, my arms simply won't fucking move. My brain screams at my body to react. Save myself from the assault that is immanent. I should have known better than to accept a ride home from him tonight. Everything in me screamed to call the bouncers and run as far away as I could get. The other part of me let me think there are actually good people left in the world.

“You deserve this, you disgusting little bitch.”

His words hurt. I feel tears pooling at the corner of my eyes, but as many times as I blink they just don't fall. The fight slips out of my body, and I am lifeless in his rough hands.

The short plaid skirt wrapped tightly around my waist is ripped from my body just before the room goes black. I can't see or feel anything. I can't hear his words. I am blissfully ignorant to the disgusting assault. He takes something from me I can never get back. Something I have held onto with my life, as I watched my sisters dish out their cunts to any man who showed a vague interest. Not me.

I don't know how long I am unconscious; but when I finally wake from the coma-like rest, he is gone. My room is eerily silent and dark, just the way I left it before I left for the strip club. My bag is packed on the dresser, and surprisingly my purse is still full of the cash I made during my shift. All four hundred and eight dollars, every cent I have to my name. I roll over onto my side, and a surge of pain shoots through my entire body. My hands fly to my ribcage and I hold on to my side as if it will help the pain subside.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath. “Something is fuckin' broken.” I talk like there is someone else in the room to hear my complaints. Stupid, I was so fucking stupid. I swing my legs off the side of the bed and try to blink my eyes. I can see, it is blurry, but I can see. My left eye is swollen shut. I try to force it open with no avail. My face feels like it came in contact with a fucking brick wall.

I limp my body into the bathroom and flip on the light switch. My face looks just as bad as it feels. My cheeks are covered in black and blue bruises, there is dried blood caked to my skin with strands of my fiery red hair stuck in it. I look like holy fucking hell.

I hobble to the shower, pull the curtain back and turn the water on as hot as it can go. I shouldn't wash the evidence away, but I want the filth of his touch off of me. I want to wash him away. I want to wash the memory away, even though I doubt that will ever happen.

I pull my ripped white, blood stained t-shirt off, and let it fall to the floor. I kick off the white cotton panties that were placed on my body after he had his way with me. I can feel the tenderness of my pussy. He was rough.

Dried blood sticks to my thighs and pussy. The remnants of the one virtue I held onto into adulthood. He took it like a fucking savage animal. I am sure it really got his fucking rocks off knowing what he took.

I step into the shower and quickly wash him away. The tears flood out of the one eye I can open while I lather layer upon layer of soap. Nothing can get rid of him. The bruises leave behind the memory of what he did, even if I can't remember it.

I wrap the shitty white motel towel around my body and slowly dry off every tender part of my aching, broken body; all while I wish I could wash off the damage to my soul. I can't kick myself over this for long because I am worried he is going to come back for me.

I've always lived as an honest person. I've paid my bills, and given what I want to get back from others. Karma ya know? But today, I am going to run for the first time in my life. I am going to bail on my bill and pray I have enough money to get to safety.

***

“Seven?” I whisper into my cell phone, as if someone is listening in to my call.

She is loud and commanding on the other end, brazen and bold like always. “Paisley, kiddo! I've missed you. To what do I owe this call?”

I can't tell her, so I sit in silence on the other end of the line. I feel fucking foolish. Why did I even bother to call her? Because I need a fucking place to live until I can get my pathetic excuse of a life together.

Just as I am about to end the call, she yells through the line. “What happened, Paisley? You fuckin' tell me now!”

The tears begin again. Just when I thought I was all cried out, somehow my body finds a tiny bit of hydration to squeeze out again.

“I need someplace to stay for a couple weeks.” I guess this is better than calling my sister. I don't know what Star would do, but she can hardly take care of herself, let alone her fucked up little sister. Jesus, when did I let my life become so fucking tragic? Paisley, it always has been.

“Where are you? I am coming to get you.” Yup, Seven is as bossy as I can remember. I am almost thankful for her commanding nature, because it is what I need. I need someone to take control of my life. I always have. Looking back I thought Star would always be there to help me, guide me, but she can't even do that for herself.

“Seven, I'm in Daytona Beach. I am going to get a flight today. I will call you when I land.” And like that I finally get the balls to hang the call up, and make a break for it. I grab the small bag I've been traveling with for the past year, and call a cab to meet me at the seven-eleven on the corner. Each step hurts. I press the small bag to my chest, while my other hand holds my gaudy black sunglasses in place praying no one can see the damage he has done to my pale skin. As if.

Fuck Florida. Fuck Daytona Beach. Fuck that hole in the wall strip club, and most of all, fuck bikers. I hope they all rot in the fucking depths of hell for eternity.

***

Twelve hours later I am tucked in under the plush down comforter in Seven's spacious spare bedroom. The red silk sheets caress my body with the gentlest touch I have felt. It soothes away the pain of the brutal assault only hours earlier.

Until I am left alone with my thoughts. The thoughts of him. The laid back, fun, and flirty evening we shared full of a lap dance and a hand full of drinks. All in good fun, I told myself repeatedly. I should have known that men like him don't do good fun. Men in general don't do good fun.

Seven did her best to drag the details of my injuries out of me, but I knew the second I told her anything that happened she would be on the phone to Star. The same sister who desperately needed to get her own shit together. I was barely a teen when Star got knocked up, she gave the baby away to another family our shit-tastic parents knew; that was about the same time she spiraled out of control. Either way, she has her own problems to wade through, and I won't be bothering her with my own. Call me the protective one in the family.

Yeah, Star... by the way I got raped by some biker after shaking my naked ass on stage. I deserved it, right? Not so much.

His name was Zane, or at least that is what he told me in between shots of vodka as he chain smoked a pack of cigarettes. His long dark hair was sexy, and I couldn't stop thinking about running my fingers through it. He was tempting, extremely tempting. But when you make it to twenty-three years old without fucking, you aren't about to let the first scarred biker you run into pound into you.

A chill runs through my body, and I shake it off. I'm not exactly sure how I am going to get through this, but I can tell you after my childhood, this isn't going to break me. Not by a fucking long shot.

BY JO-ANNA WALKER

Coming February 21st, 2014

CHAPTER 1

“What the hell do you think you’re doing here, Evvie?”

My back stiffened as I turned to the familiar but harsh deep voice of my best friend and roommate. Kane Stohl glared at me, his pale eyes hardening as they lowered to the bottles in my arms before meeting my gaze.

I shook my head. “What?”

“Why are you here?” He took the crate from my grasp.

I sighed. “I told you I was looking for a job and this place needed a bar tender so here I am.”

Kane narrowed his eyes and placed his hands on his hips. “What the hell do you know about bartending?”

A giggle escaped my lips. He didn’t look so big and tough when he stood in that prissy stance.

He glared.

I bit back a smile and calmed myself before I burst. “I used to make drinks at the parties in college, remember? It’s not that hard.”

His blue eyes softened, his broad shoulders relaxing. “Does your father know that you’re working here?”

My gaze snapped to his and I swallowed hard. “No and he’s not going to find out now is he?”

Kane rolled his eyes and scrubbed a hand down his face. “Who hired you?”

I moved to the counter and continued putting bottles away and shrugged. He was not ruining this for me. “What does it matter?”

“Evvie, who hired you?” he pressed.

I sighed and rose to my full height. “Jake. He was very nice. Said the owner needed some extra help around here now that business has picked up.”

Kane raised an eyebrow. “Did you actually meet the owner?”

I frowned. “No. He’s on vacation or something.”

“Brett doesn’t take vacations,” Kane laughed.

“I dunno. I haven’t met him yet though,” I huffed.

“I’m going to have to talk to Jake,” he mumbled.

I turned to him and placed a hand on his arm. “Kane, don’t you dare mess this up for me. I need this job.”

“Darlin’, there are a million other jobs—”

“What’s wrong with this one?” I asked, placing my hands on my hips. “My father won’t know I work here.”

“What about your brothers?”

My stomach churned. The overprotective men in my life didn’t need to know my every waking move.

“You don’t know the kind of douches that come in here...”

My heart swelled and I wrapped my arms around his middle. “Kane, you’re my best friend and I love you like a brother but sometimes you’re a pain in the ass.”

“Who the hell are you?”

We jumped apart at the hard voice as I saw a tall man approaching us with ease. The air around us became thick as confidence bled from the guy’s pores.

His light brown hair was cut short. My fingers twitched, wanting to run them through the no doubt soft strands.

Our gazes locked and he smirked, making my stomach flip. Oh this guy was dangerous and I had no idea who the hell he was.

He crossed his arms under his chest and glared at me with deep blue eyes. God, he was gorgeous.

“I asked you a question.”

My heart stuttered and I frowned. “I…I’m...”

Kane cleared his throat but the guy ignored him and took a step closer to us.

“Speak up,” he snapped.

Wow...okay... I lifted my chin and took a deep breath. “I’m Evvie Neal. The new bartender.”

The guy’s gaze flicked to Kane’s and he shrugged. Thanks a lot bestie.

“Who the fuck hired you?” the man asked.

My blood boiled at the tone this guy was taking with me. Who the hell did he think he was? “I don’t know what your problem is asshole but—”

“Welcome to The Red Love, baby.” The guy smirked and with that he walked away.

I gaped. “Who—” My mouth opened and closed and I couldn’t form the words on my tongue.

Kane clapped a hand on my shoulder. “Ignore him.”

“Who the hell was that?”

Kane looked away. “That, darlin’, was Brett MacLean.”

My eyes widened. Brett’s tailored suit hugged curves of a hard body. My stomach twisted at the unexpected flush that ran over me completely. “The owner?” I whispered.

Kane nodded.

I had heard that he had become an asshole but had no idea that he was that bad. Maybe my choice of working there was not a good thing after all.

***

As I wiped the bar down, the hairs on the back of my neck tingled. I knew Brett was watching me. I had been working at The Red Love for weeks, not talking to him again really since the first time we had met. I tried to stay clear of him, which was hard to do since he was the boss. He got under my skin and he damn well knew it too.

The way he studied me and his dominating air, left me shaking with need. I tried to deny it but a deep rooted part of myself wanted him. A darker part. A part that had laid dormant. It left me breathless that a man could actually make me feel this way even when they were being a dick.

I wanted to experience what a night with Brett MacLean would be like. Women paraded in and out of his office on a revolving door. Beautiful models that were slender with silky legs that stretched well over my five-foot-nothing head.

He ran his business like he did his women. With control.

My body hummed and I wanted him to appease the ache that had slowly formed in my belly but I wouldn’t let him know it. He was dangerous and he would probably break my heart without even thinking twice about it.

“Evvie,” Brett barked.

I took a deep breath and turned around, leaning against the counter. “What?”

His blue eyes darkened, boring into mine. “My office. Now.”

I ignored the way my heart fluttered at the demand in his deep voice and rolled my eyes before turning my back to him. “I’m busy.”

“It wasn’t a request,” he snapped. “Jake take over.”

I gaped at Brett over my shoulder as I watched him walk away. His black tailored suit fitting the hard contours of a body that I would love to sink my teeth—

“Evvie.”

The sound of Jake’s deep voice behind me made me jump and I took a breath, easing my racing heart. I smiled up at him. His perfectly arched brows furrowing as his eyes darted around the room.

“Don’t keep him waiting,” he said, chewing his bottom lip.

I looked into Jake’s warm brown gaze and sighed. He was probably right. I patted his arm reassuringly. “I’ll go see what the Master wants.”

I walked through the dance floor and down the long hall. I had learned very quickly that most people who came back from Brett’s office, unless they were one of his whores, didn’t come back happy. He was a hard ass who loved his job. It was a part of him. Anyone with a pair of eyes and a brain could see that.

Once reaching his office, I took a deep breath and knocked, my nerves kicking into overdrive.

“Come in.”

My skin tingled unexpectedly and I opened the door. Two black leather couches sat in the middle of the office with a table in the center.

The door shut behind me making me startle and I leaned against it. My gaze instantly meeting Brett’s, my stomach flipped at the heated stare behind his blue eyes.

His big body sat behind an even larger cherry oak desk. He leaned forward and rubbed his chin, his dark navy eyes boring into mine. He motioned to the chair in front of his desk. “Sit.”

“Brett, why—”

“Sit.”

I huffed and crossed my arms under my chest but didn’t move. I wasn’t his pawn to do with as he pleased. “Not until you tell me what you want.”

The corners of his mouth turned up as he sat back in his chair. “We’ll get to that.”

My body heated under his scrutiny. Suddenly feeling exposed in the tiny uniform, I tried covering the cleavage that sported from the vee of my shirt. The plaid red and black skirt barely covered my ass. Curvy girls like me were doomed in these stick-like uniforms.

“Look, if you’re not going to tell me what you want, then I should get back to work,” I croaked.

“I want to talk to you about your job performance.”

“My job performance?” I frowned.

He raised an eye brow. “Are you going to sit?”

“No.”

He smirked, making my heart skip a beat. “Didn’t think so.”

“What the hell’s wrong with my job performance?” I cringed. He’s your boss, Evvie. Be nice.

He rose to his feet and walked around the large desk and leaned against it, mirroring my pose. He nodded at the chair. “Sit.”

Finally giving in, I huffed and pushed off the door, walking to the chair. I slumped down on the arm and crossed my legs, sighing loudly. “Will you please tell me what you want?”

His eyes roamed down my body, stopping at my feet. The corners of his lips lifted.

I followed his gaze and looked back up at him. “What?” My red flats weren’t standard uniform attire but they were easier to walk in than the fuck-me shoes the other girls wore.

He smiled. An actual smile on Brett McLean’s face. I would have made a smart ass remark about it too if I didn’t feel like I was sitting in the hot seat.

“Now Evvie, I don’t think those shoes are appropriate work attire,” he chided.

My back stiffened. “Have you tried walking back and forth behind the bar in six inch stilettos?”

He didn’t respond. Just continued to stare at me. God, he was infuriating.

I let out an exasperated breath while twitching in the chair. “Fine. I’ll get new ones. Are we done?”

His jaw tensed. “No, we’re not.”

It was my turn to raise an eyebrow. “Brett, you obviously didn’t bring me here to talk about my shoes. What’s wrong with my job performance?”

“Nothing.”

I shook my head. “Then why—”

“I have a proposition for you,” his voice lowered.

“Um…what kind of proposition?” My palms went clammy as my heart thumped hard.

He smirked. “I think you know.”

I shook my head.

He closed the distance between us and wrapped his hands around my wrists, pinning them to the arms of the chair.

My mouth went dry and my core clenched at being restrained by him. Oh God, this was not good.

Brett leaned in, his hot breath scorching my neck. The scent of musky cologne invaded my nostrils, making my mouth water.

His lips grazed my ear before he bit down gently. “I want to fuck you, Evvie.”

BY DAWN ROBERTSON AND JO-ANNA WALKER

PROLOGUE

One Year Ago...

(Lori)

I sat on the couch watching some bullshit reality show. Alexander kicked, hard this time, and I couldn't help but giggle. So strong. Just like his father. I let out a sigh and stood up for the bathroom when I heard the doorbell ring.

Half past nine in the morning, maybe Felicity next door ran out of coffee, again. I waddle to the door of the small two bedroom apartment Garrett and I share on Fort Bragg, where he is stationed. Even with him a million miles away in Afghanistan, I can feel his presence all around me in our home. The home I am preparing each day for our growing family.

With a hand on my stomach, and another on the front door I open to greet whomever was on the other side. But my heart sinks to the ground when I find two Army officials, and a Chaplin at my door. They don't need to say a word. I already know what has happened.

My legs give out, and I scream. The cries echo through the courtyard parking lot in front of the apartment complex. Neighbors slowly make their way out to see what the commotion is all about, but when they spy me laying on the ground in full blown hysterics, their tears and sobs join mine. Garrett is gone, and the only piece I have left of him is safely growing within my womb.

My mind scatters through the usual questions. How? Why? Why me? What did I do to lose him at such an important part in both of our lives? How did it happen? When would his body be returned for burial? God, how can I even be thinking of his funeral, when the Chaplin hasn't even spoken a word to me.

“Mrs. Williams, we are sorry for your loss.”

***

(Jude)

“Look at you being a big boy now,” my step mother crooned.

My body stirred, aching for the woman standing before me in a way I never thought was possible. I was sixteen. What the hell did I know about women? All I knew is that I wanted this one. I wanted her to teach me. Show me what it was like to be treated like a man.

“Are you ready to learn, Jude?” She licked her cherry red lips and sauntered towards me.

My cock lengthened. Oh yeah, I was more than fucking ready.

I startled awake, my body damp with cold sweat.

Fuck me. The nightmares. They came and went like movie reels. I wanted them to end. I wanted to end. God, what the fuck was wrong with me? I needed to stop feeling sorry for myself and get my shit together. I knew that but why couldn’t I change my ways? Oh yeah. I almost killed someone. Lori. Without her, nothing mattered. I didn’t care anymore. I lost everything. Jenny. Lily and now Lori too.

Would I ever get my head on straight? Would I ever be enough?

My stomach rolled and I shot out of bed.

Running to the bathroom, I landed hard on the tile floor and spilled the contents of my stomach into the toilet. I flushed it once my gut settled and groaned. Tears dripped into the large basin as I wished my life could be erased just as easy. If I could go back and change at least one thing, it would be the night I took that first drink. The night I almost drove Lori into the grave.

Dawn Robertson is a twenty-something indie erotic romance, and mother. She lives in sunny senior citizen packed Florida, where she wrangles her kids, and Pitbull puppy.
Dawn can normally be found swearing like a sailor, making late night drive-thru appearances, arguing with her kids (or being run over by their power wheels), reading a steamy romance while hiding in her bathroom, writing her little heart out on her laptop (or dragging her Macbook to the Genius bar praying they can save her latest work in progress), or sipping on a smoothie. She loves to hear from her fans, readers, and authors alike. Feel free to drop her a message.

Dawn rarely takes life seriously, so be sure to expect heavy sarcasm from her. She is also the life of the party, so be sure to meet up with her at one of the many author events she will be attending in the next couple months. Buy her a shot of whiskey, and she will love you for life.

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Check out Dawn's other titles:

The Hers Series:

Hers

Finding Willow

Kink the Halls

This Girl Stripped : Coming March 2014

The Beachside Firemen Series:

Crashed

I'm a new self-published author who just got introduced to the writing world early 2013. My aunt suggested that I write a story because I'm an avid reader but I waved it off and left it alone. Well this year, a story came to me and I went with it. It took me a little bit but I finally got a story idea that worked and now I can't stop or control the characters/stories that keep popping up in my head.

I'm born and raised in Canada and I live with my very wonderful and supportive husband, Michael. We don't have any children (yet) unless you count our cats. My hubby been my rock through this whole new experience for me. I couldn't have done it without him and my friends and family.

One of the many things I love about this new chapter in my life is that I'm learning constantly. It's never a dull moment and as long as one person likes my story, I am happy.

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MY BOOKS:

Shattered Series (Erotica Romance):

Break Me

Always Me

A Heart Story Serial Novel:

In the Heart of Yesterday

In the Heart of Now

In the Heart of Tomorrow

In the Heart of Us

In the Heart of Forever (Full Novel)